One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can’t eat…nor make love for eight hours…
WILLIAM FAULKNERMemory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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All l mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don’t know why either except that the strings are all in one another’s way.
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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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Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations.
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The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him.
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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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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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I don’t want money badly enough to work for it.
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War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
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It’s all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won’t be over until tomorrow.
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I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.
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She was the captain of her soul
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Try to be better than yourself.
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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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You get born and you try this and you don’t know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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