...the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“He was as calm as a god who has seen both life and death, and seen nothing of particular importance in either… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“Most of life is just a preparation for getting ready to be dead for a very long period of time.” — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“...lifeless and shockingly alien in that place where dissolution itself was a seething turmoil of ejaculation tumescence conception and birth, and death… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death. Good ones don't have time… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“What matters is at the end of life, when you're about to pass into oblivion, that you've at least scratched 'Kilroy was… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
...if there was anything at all in the Book, anything of hope and peace for His blind and bewildered spawn which He… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
It used to be I thought of death as a man something like Grandfather a friend of his a kind of private… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“What sets a man writhing sleepless in bed at night is not having injured his fellow so much as having been wrong;… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
It has always seemed to me that the only painless death must be that which takes the intelligence by violent surprise and… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“...which was no abode of the dead because there was no death, not Lion and not Sam: not held fast in earth… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“she died without regaining consciousness and without pain they say, and whatever they mean by that since it has always seemed to… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“It was as if the boy had already divined what his senses and intellect had not encompassed yet: that doomed wilderness whose… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“Doomed and knew it, accepted the doom without either seeking or fleeing it. Loved her brother despite him, loved not only him… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“The river itself is not a hundred yards across, and pa and Vernon and Vardaman and Dewey Dell are the only things in sight… — William Faulkner Copy Share
The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it. — William Faulkner Copy Share
“Luster returned, wearing a stiff new straw hat with a colored band and carrying a cloth cap. The hat seemed to isolate Luster's skull,… — William Faulkner Copy Share
It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged… — William Faulkner Copy Share
“What matters is at the end of life, when you're about to pass into oblivion, that you've at least scratched 'Kilroy was here,' on… — William Faulkner Copy Share
I've got to feel the pencil and see the words at the end of the pencil, — William Faulkner Copy Share
And sure enough, even waiting will end...if you can just wait long enough. — William Faulkner Copy Share
“I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice,… — William Faulkner Copy Share
Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the… — William Faulkner Copy Share
To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi. — William Faulkner Copy Share
“What modren ideas?” pap said. “I didn’t know there was but one idea about work—until it is done, it ain’t done, and when it… — William Faulkner Copy Share
“It was only as he put his hand on the door that he became aware of complete silence beyond it, a silence which he… — William Faulkner Copy Share
“She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits.” — William Faulkner Copy Share
“Byron listened quietly, thinking to himself how people everywhere are about the same, but that it did seem that in a small town, where… — William Faulkner Copy Share
“It was too late. Maybe yesterday, while I was still a child, but not now. I knew too much, had seen too much, I… — William Faulkner Copy Share
