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WILLIAM FAULKNERNo matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the back either. Just refuse to bear them.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
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He 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.
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The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.
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Don’t be ‘a writer’. Be writing.
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All l mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don’t know why either except that the strings are all in one another’s way.
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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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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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At one time I thought the most important thing was talent.
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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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If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.
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How false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
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The ideal woman which is in every man’s mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand.
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The most important thing is insight, that is to be – curious – to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does.
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She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
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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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