Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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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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To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
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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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Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind.
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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…
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How false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
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Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
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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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Who gathers the withered rose?
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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.
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If there is a God what the hell is He for?
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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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The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
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People need trouble – a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it.
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