You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Only when the clock stops does time come to life
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No battle is ever won … victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
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All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
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Whatever its symbol – cross or crescent or whatever – that symbol is man’s reminder of his duty inside the human race.
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A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.
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Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
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Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.
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I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem with decency and self-respect and whatever courage is demanded, is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from.
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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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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.
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She was the captain of her soul
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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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To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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