A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station….
WILLIAM FAULKNERTo live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories.
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Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death.
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The next time you try to seduce anyone, don’t do it with talk, with words.
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Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting.
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And sure enough, even waiting will end…if you can just wait long enough.
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The 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.
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A fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he’s already got. He’ll cling to trouble he’s used to before he’ll risk a change.
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I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.
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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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History is not was, it is.
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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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The poets are almost always wrong about the facts… That’s because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth…
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Only when the clock stops does time come to life
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Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
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The problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat
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