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Don’t be ‘a writer’. Be writing.

William Faulkner

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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. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.
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Artist Beg Choose Creature Demon Done Driven Everybody Steal Wonder Work
The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement.
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Beautiful Description Most Understand Woman
A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
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Call Congenitally Fiction Tell Truth Unable Write Writer
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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Beyond Broken Butterfly Could Curve Dusk Last Light Like Mirror Piece River Saw Smell Supinem Tranquil Tideflat Trembling Upon
If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.
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All Change Do Earth If Over People World
Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it.
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Bad Classic Do Everything Good How Read Trash
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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Afraid Already Before Cling Ever Fellow Got might More Risk Trouble Use
And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.
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Even Honest Liar Lie Man Same Scare Tell Torture Truth
Who gathers the withered rose?
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Gather Rose Withered
You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don’t know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me.
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Could Do Except Just Know Knowmobidy Me Much Not So You
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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Always Fact Interest Poet Really Truth Wrong
Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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Bone Flesh Illusion Like Memory Part
I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.
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Know never Read Something Think Written
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
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Been Experience Food Little Need Own Paper Tobacco Tool Trade Whisky
I believe man will not merely endure, he will prevail…because he has a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
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Believe Capable Compassion Endurance Endure Man Merely Prevail Sacrifice Spirit
Good ones don’t have time to bother with success or getting rich.
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Brother Dood Get Have One Rich Success Time

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