The poets are almost always wrong about the facts… That’s because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth…
WILLIAM FAULKNERHe must train himself in ruthless intolerance-that is to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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If there is a God what the hell is He for?
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Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view.
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The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
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If a story is in you, it has to come out.
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes.
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Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind.
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Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
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If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green…
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Be scared. You can’t help that. But don’t be afraid.
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We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid.
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I think now that the young man must possess or teach himself, training himself, in infinite patience, which is to try and to try until it comes right.
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Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.
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Someone else looks at it and sees a slightly awry phase of it. But taken all together, the truth is in what they saw though nobody saw the truth intact.
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It’s a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can’t eat for eight hours; he can’t drink for eight hours; he can’t make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work.
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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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