I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.
WILLIAM FAULKNERNo one is without Christianity, if we agree on what we mean by that word. It is every individual’s individual code of behavior by means of which he makes himself a better human being than his nature wants to be, if he followed his nature only.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Wonder. Go on and wonder.
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No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.
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The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.
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You can’t beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don’t even try to.
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As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people.
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War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
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History is not was, it is.
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Read, read read. Read everything.
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The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself
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Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
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It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.
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I don’t want money badly enough to work for it.
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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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No one is without Christianity, if we agree on what we mean by that word. It is every individual’s individual code of behavior by means of which he makes himself a better human being than his nature wants to be, if he followed his nature only.
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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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