The past is never dead, it is not even past.
WILLIAM FAULKNERClocks 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.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green…
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Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
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I say money has no value; it’s just the way you spend it.
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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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Don’t do what you can do – try what you can’t do.
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes.
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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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Read, read read. Read everything.
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At one time I thought the most important thing was talent.
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A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
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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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Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
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Someone else looks at it and sees a slightly awry phase of it. But taken all together, the truth is in what they saw though nobody saw the truth intact.
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Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain’t got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
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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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