A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.
WILLIAM FAULKNERHaunted 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.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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A fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he’s already got. He’ll cling to trouble he’s used to before he’ll risk a change.
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My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
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Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed.
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And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.
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No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.
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The problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat
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Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
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A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
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Try to be better than yourself.
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Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
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The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.
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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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Who gathers the withered rose?
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You can’t beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don’t even try to.
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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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