Believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail.
WILLIAM FAULKNERA writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o’clock every day.
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How false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
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To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
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I believe man will not merely endure, he will prevail…because he has a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
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People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
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No battle is ever won … victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death.
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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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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…
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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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The last sound on the worthless earth will be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where they are going next.
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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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Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting.
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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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Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
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