If there is a God what the hell is He for?
WILLIAM FAULKNERWhatever its symbol – cross or crescent or whatever – that symbol is man’s reminder of his duty inside the human race.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
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Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed.
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Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind.
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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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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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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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Don’t do what you can do – try what you can’t do.
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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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Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
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We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
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Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
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It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That’s how the world is going to end.
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I say money has no value; it’s just the way you spend it.
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I don’t want money badly enough to work for it.
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Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
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