I 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 FAULKNERYou can’t beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don’t even try to.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
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If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.
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To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
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Be scared. You can’t help that. But don’t be afraid.
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History is not was, it is.
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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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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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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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There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn’t fool with booze until he’s fifty; then he’s a damn fool if he doesn’t.
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Read, read read. Read everything.
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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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Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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Love doesn’t die; the men and women do.
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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.
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