The next time you try to seduce anyone, don’t do it with talk, with words.
WILLIAM FAULKNERA 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.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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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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It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That’s how the world is going to end.
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I think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it.
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Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
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Wonder. Go on and wonder.
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People need trouble – a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it.
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It’s not when you realize that nothing can help you — religion, pride, anything — it’s when you realize that you don’t need any aid.
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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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A man is the sum of his misfortunes.
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I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.
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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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Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
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Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
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Time is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people. There is no such thing as was – only is.
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For 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…
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