People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artists do; I don't mean you need to… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
'I never feel the need to discuss my work with anyone. No, I am too busy writing it. It has got to… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I knew that nobody but a luckless man could ever need a doctor in the face of a cyclone. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
So the only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
The writer doesn't need economic freedom. All he needs is a pencil and some paper. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
...It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road. — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
It's not when you realize that nothing can help you — religion, pride, anything — it's when you realize that you don't… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. — 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
It's not when you realise that nothing can help you - religion, pride, anything - it's when you realise that you don't… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble.… — 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
