She was the captain of her soul
WILLIAM FAULKNERMen have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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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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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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I’d have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone.
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We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
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Be scared. You can’t help that. But don’t be afraid.
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A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station….
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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 quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.
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Good ones don’t have time to bother with success or getting rich.
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Unless you’re ashamed of yourself now and then, you’re not honest
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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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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You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
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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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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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