Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
WILLIAM FAULKNERMy own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green…
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No one individual can tell the truth.
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Try to be better than yourself.
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Love doesn’t die; the men and women do.
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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…
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You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don’t know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me.
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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It’s a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can’t eat for eight hours; he can’t drink for eight hours; he can’t make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work.
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The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why.
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Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories.
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The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.
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She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
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Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
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