The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.

William Faulkner

William Faulkner

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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I guess maybe a talking man hasn't got the time to ever learn much about anything except words.

Women will show pride and honor about almost anything except love ...

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.

Civilization begins with distillation.

Cash aimed to buy that talking machine from Suratt with that money, Darl said.

And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.

And older still, he might have divined the true reason: that the element of fire spoke to some deep mainspring of his father's being, as the element of steel or of powder spoke to other men, as the one weapon for the preservation of integrity.

Sometimes i think there must be a sort of pollen of ideas floating in the air, which fertilizes similarly minds here and there which have not had direct contact.

Confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever touches.

And victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

The last sound on the worthless earth will be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where they are going next.

The sun, an hour above the horizon, is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads; the light has turned copper: in the eye portentous, in the nose sulphurous, smelling of lightning.

She carried her head high enough - even when we believed that she was fallen. It was as if she demanded more than ever the recognition of her dignity as the last Grierson; as if it had wanted that touch of earthiness to reaffirm her imperviousness.