Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view.
WILLIAM FAULKNERA man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
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Yes. A man will talk about how he’d like to escape from living folks. But it’s the dead folks that do him the damage. It’s the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and dont try to hold him, that he cant escape from.
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The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself
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How false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
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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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The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
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No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.
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There are some things for which three words are three too many, and three thousand words that many words too less.
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Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.
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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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I’d have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone.
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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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A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
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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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Who gathers the withered rose?
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