It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
And sure enough, even waiting will end...if you can just wait long enough. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
Marriage is long enough to have plenty of room for time behind it. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. There is no mechanical way to get the… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
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… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
There were many things I could do for two or three days and earn enough money to live on for the rest… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I don't care much for facts, am not much interested in them, you can't stand a fact up, you've got to prop… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
They say love dies between two people. That’s wrong. It doesn’t die. It just leaves you, goes away, if you aren’t good… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
When grown people speak of the innocence of children, they dont really know what they mean. Pressed, they will go a step… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
We will have to choose not between color nor race nor religion nor between East and West either, but simply between being… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 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 here,' on… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I've got to feel the pencil and see the words at the end of the pencil, — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
And sure enough, even waiting will end...if you can just wait long enough. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
