It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.
WILLIAM FAULKNERAnd even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Because 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.
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Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
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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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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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Don’t do what you can do – try what you can’t do.
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Artists do; I don’t mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.
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Believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail.
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
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An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why.
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Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.
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Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain’t got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
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One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can’t eat…nor make love for eight hours…
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If there is a God what the hell is He for?
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