The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
WILLIAM FAULKNERWar and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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He must train himself in ruthless intolerance-that is to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph.
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Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
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Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
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There are some things for which three words are three too many, and three thousand words that many words too less.
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No one individual can tell the truth.
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If you, not just you in this room tonight, but in all the thousands of other rooms like this one about the world today and tomorrow and next week, will do this, not as a class or classes, but as individuals, men and women, you will change the earth.
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I think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it.
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If there is a God what the hell is He for?
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No battle is ever won … victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…
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The ideal woman which is in every man’s mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand.
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Don’t be ‘a writer’. Be writing.
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Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death.
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I think now that the young man must possess or teach himself, training himself, in infinite patience, which is to try and to try until it comes right.
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