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 FAULKNERThe 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 FAULKNERTeach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
WILLIAM FAULKNERJust 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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe best fiction is far more true than any journalism.
WILLIAM FAULKNERI give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…
WILLIAM FAULKNERHow false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
WILLIAM FAULKNERAlways dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe poets are almost always wrong about the facts… That’s because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth…
WILLIAM FAULKNERHe 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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERAnd even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.
WILLIAM FAULKNERLet the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. There is no mechanical way to get the writing done, no shortcut.
WILLIAM FAULKNERFor every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it’s still not yet two o’clock on that July afternoon in 1863…
WILLIAM FAULKNERA mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.
WILLIAM FAULKNERI could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.
WILLIAM FAULKNERIt’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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERArtists 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.
WILLIAM FAULKNER