He must train himself in ruthless intolerance-that is to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph.
WILLIAM FAULKNERHe must train himself in ruthless intolerance-that is to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph.
WILLIAM FAULKNERIf you, not just you in this room tonight, but in all the thousands of other rooms like this one about the world today and tomorrow and next week, will do this, not as a class or classes, but as individuals, men and women, you will change the earth.
WILLIAM FAULKNERWriting a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind.
WILLIAM FAULKNERLife is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
WILLIAM FAULKNERNo battle is ever won … victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
WILLIAM FAULKNERIt’s a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can’t eat for eight hours; he can’t drink for eight hours; he can’t make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.
WILLIAM FAULKNERBecause 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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERCivilization begins with distillation
WILLIAM FAULKNERNo one individual can tell the truth.
WILLIAM FAULKNERTo understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
WILLIAM FAULKNERA man is the sum of his misfortunes.
WILLIAM FAULKNERIf people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe most important thing is insight, that is to be-curiosity-to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does, and if you have that, then I don’t think the talent makes much difference, whether you’ve got it or not.
WILLIAM FAULKNERYour illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe past is never dead. It’s not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity.
WILLIAM FAULKNER