There is no was.

“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

“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

“She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits.”

— William Faulkner

“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

“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

To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.

— William Faulkner

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

“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

And sure enough, even waiting will end...if you can just wait long enough.

— William Faulkner

I've got to feel the pencil and see the words at the end of the pencil,

— William Faulkner

“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

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

“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

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

“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