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
To the man grown the long crowded mile of his boyhood becomes less than the throw of a stone. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
...the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets. — 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
Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on… — 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
And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and… — 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
That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent;… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe… — 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
I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats… — 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
I imagine as long as people will continue to read novels, people will continue to write them, or vice versa; unless of… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I don't suppose anybody ever deliberately listens to a watch or a clock. You don't have to. You can be oblivious to… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people.… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
Where the shadow of the bridge fell I could see down for a long way, but not as far as the bottom.… — 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
He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
The past is never dead. It's not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
When something is new and hard and bright, there ought to be something a little better for it than just being safe,… — 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
