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By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted," he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

...thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Faulkner

It's like there was a fellow in every man that's done a-past the sanity or the insanity, that watches the sane and the insane doings of that man with the same horror and the same astonishment.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

I think that-that anyone, the painter, the musician, the writer works in a-a kind of an-an insane fury. He's demon-driven. He can get up feeling rotten, with a hangover, or with-with actual pain, and-and if he gets to work, the first thing he knows, he don't remember that pain, that hangover-he's too busy.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Faulkner

A gentleman can live through anything.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

Riches is nothing in the face of the Lord, for He can see into the heart.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. It might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Faulkner

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

All of us [writers] failed to match our dream of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. In my opinion, if I could write all my work again, I am convinced that I would do it better, which is the healthiest condition for an artist. That’s why he keeps on working, trying again; he believes each time that this time he will do it, bring it off. Of course he won’t, which is why this condition is healthy. Once he did it, once he matched the work to the image, the dream, nothing would remain but to cut his throat, jump off the other side of that pinnacle of perfection into suicide. I’m a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can’t, and then tries the short story, which is the most demanding form after poetry. And, failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. 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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

Purity is a negative state and therefore contrary to nature.

By Anonym 20 Sep

William Faulkner

When folks wants a fellow, it's best to wait till they sends for him, I've found.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Faulkner

We have a few old mouth-to-mouth tales; we exhume from old trunks and boxes and drawers letters without salutation or signature, in which men and women who once lived and breathed are now merely initials or nicknames out of some now incomprehensible affection which sound to us like Sanskrit or Chocktaw; we see dimly people, the people in whose living blood and seed we ourselves lay dormant and waiting, in this shadowy attenuation of time possessing now heroic proportions, performing their acts of simple passion and simple violence, impervious to time and inexplicable.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

She was the captain of her soul

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Faulkner

I lied," I said. ... "I know it," he said. "Then do something about it. Do anything, just so it's something." "I cant," he said. "There aint anything to do? Not anything?" "I didn't say that," Grandfather said. "I said I couldn't. You can." "What?" I said. "How can I forget it? Tell me how to." "You cant," he said. "Nothing is ever forgotten. Nothing is ever lost. It's too valuable." "Then what can I do?" "Live with it," Grandfather said. "Live with it? You mean, forever? For the rest of my life? Not ever to get rid of it? Never? I cant. Dont you see that I cant?" "Yes you can," he said. "You will. A gentleman always does. A gentleman can live through anything. He faces anything. A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences, even when he did not himself instigate them but only acquiesced to them, didn't say No though he knew he should.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

That's a very good way to learn the craft of writing - from reading.

By Anonym 20 Sep

William Faulkner

You are suffering from disappointment. But this will pass away. The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Faulkner

We did not say she was crazy then. We believed she had to do that. We remembered all the young men her father had driven away, and we knew that with nothing left, she would have to cling to that which had robbed her, as people will.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

Life was created in the valleys. It blew up onto the hills on the old terrors, the old lusts, the old despairs. That's why you must walk up the hills so you can ride down.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless, no refuse save the printed books. [] It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: he made the books and he died.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

Living is one constant and perpetual instant when the arras-veil before what-is-to-be hangs docile and even glad to the lightest naked thrust if we had dared, were brave enough (not wise enough: no wisdom needed here) to make the rending gash.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

Read, read read. Read everything.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

The writer has three sources: imagination, observation, and experience

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn't fool with booze until he's fifty; then he's a damn fool if he doesn't.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

We shall not kill and maybe next time we even won't.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

No one individual can tell the truth.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

It wasn't until the Nobel Prize that they really thawed out. They couldn't understand my books, but they could understand $30,000.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

It is not proof that I sought. I, of all men, know that proof is but a fallacy invented by man to justify to himself and his fellows his own crass lust and folly.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Faulkner

'I never feel the need to discuss my work with anyone. No, I am too busy writing it. It has got to please me and if it does I don't need to talk about it. If it doesn't please me, talking about it won't improve it, since the only thing to improve it is to work on it some more. I am not a literary man but only a writer. I don't get any pleasure from talking shop.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Faulkner

Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Faulkner

I am the chosen of the Lord, for who He loveth, so doeth He chastiseth. But I be durn if He dont take some curious ways to show it, seems like.

By Anonym 18 Sep

William Faulkner

Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No 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 bank either. Just refuse to bear them.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Faulkner

All of us have failed to match our dream of perfection. I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. If I could write all my work again, I'm convinced I could do it better. This is the healthiest condition for an artist. That's why he keeps working, trying again: he believes each time that this time he will do it, bring it off. Of course he won't.

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Faulkner

Doomed and knew it, accepted the doom without either seeking or fleeing it. Loved her brother despite him, loved not only him but loved in him that bitter prophet and inflexible corruptless judge of what he considered the family's honor and its doom, as he thought he loved but really hated in her what he considered the frail doomed vessel of its pride and the foul instrument of its disgrace, not only this, she loved him not only in spite of but because of the fact that he himself was incapable of love, accepting the fact that he must value above all not her but the virginity of which she was custodian and on which she placed no value whatever: the frail physical stricture which to her was no more than a hangnail would have been. Knew the brother loved death best of all and was not jealous, would (and perhaps in the calculation and deliberation of her marriage did) have handed him the hypothetical hemlock. Was two months pregnant with another man's child which regardless of what its sex would be she had already named Quentin after the brother whom they both (she and her brother) knew was already the same as dead...

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Faulkner

As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people. But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp. This, sir, is my resignation.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

My, my. A body does get around.

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Faulkner

I give it (grandfather's watch) to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

Nothing can injure a man's writing if he's a first-rate writer. If a man is not a first-rate writer, there's not anything can help it much. The problem does not apply if he is not first rate because he has already sold his soul for a swimming pool.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

You get born and you try this and you don't know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all 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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Faulkner

. . .in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste of fall, it’s cool, there’s a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and---from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it’s gone. . .the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Faulkner

Wanton stars galloped neighing like unicorns in blue meadows.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Faulkner

I draw no petty social lines. A man to me is a man, wherever I find him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Faulkner

The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Faulkner

Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Faulkner

Here I am I am tired I am tired of running of having to carry my life like it was a basket of eggs