Believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail.
WILLIAM FAULKNERBut I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp. This, sir, is my resignation.
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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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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Love doesn’t die; the men and women do.
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Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
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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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The past is never dead, it is not even past.
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The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement.
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Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder.
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Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
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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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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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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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Read, read read. Read everything.
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Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
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I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.
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