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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe 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.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
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Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories.
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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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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.
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Try to be better than yourself.
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I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.
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They say that it is the practiced liar who can deceive. But so often the practiced and chronic liar deceives only himself; it is the man who all his life has been selfconvicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence.
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The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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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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All l mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don’t know why either except that the strings are all in one another’s way.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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Civilization begins with distillation
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Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.
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