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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.

William Faulkner

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I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought.
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Battle Breath Conquer Ever Fought Give Moment Remember Spend Time Try Won
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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Anywhere Book Else Live Love Perhaps Put Right
I think now that the young man must possess or teach himself, training himself, in infinite patience, which is to try and to try until it comes right.
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Come Himself Infinite Man Must Patience Posses Right Self Teach Think Training Try Young
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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Childhood Consequence Date Drama Echo Generation Haunt Image New Perceive Pursue Ripple Road Taken Turn Wrong
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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Bad Better Booze Fifty Fool Happen Man Other Some Such Thing Until Whiskey
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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Artist Beg Choose Creature Demon Done Driven Everybody Steal Wonder Work
A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
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Call Congenitally Fiction Tell Truth Unable Write Writer
People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
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Just Matter People Salvation Sin Too Whom Word
I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o’clock every day.
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Clock Day Every Feel Fortunately Inspiration Only Strick Ten Write
He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
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Been Dictionary Know might never Reader Send Use Word
How false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
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Apply Book False Life Most Profound Turn
Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it.
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Bad Classic Do Everything Good How Read Trash
Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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Battle Despair Even Ever Field Folly Fought Lluision Man No Only Own Reveal Victory Won
We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
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Because Practice Claim Free Freedom
One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can’t eat…nor make love for eight hours…
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After Day Do Eat Eight Hour Love Man One Sad Thing Work
The poets are almost always wrong about the facts… That’s because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth…
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Always Fact Interest Poet Really Truth Wrong

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