The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
WILLIAM FAULKNERShe was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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I believe man will not merely endure, he will prevail…because he has a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
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Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain’t got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
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I don’t want money badly enough to work for it.
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Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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Artists do; I don’t mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy.
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A man. All men. He will pass up a hundred chances to do good for one chance to meddle where meddling is not wanted. He will overlook and fail to see chances, opportunities, for riches and fame and welldoing, and even sometimes for evil. But he won’t fail to see a chance to meddle.
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Wonder. Go on and wonder.
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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 matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the back either. Just refuse to bear them.
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Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you
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A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.
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Unless you’re ashamed of yourself now and then, you’re not honest
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It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.
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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. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.
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