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.

William Faulkner

William Faulkner

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.

A man will talk about how he'd like to escape from living folks. but it's the dead folks that do him the damage. It's the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and don't try to hold him, that he cant escape from.

Our tragedy is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it... the basest of all things is to be afraid.

And I reckon them that are good must suffer for it the same as them that are bad.

I write when I am inspired and I make sure I am inspired every day.

I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not.

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep you never were.

Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.

I don't like the climate, the people, their way of life. Nothing ever happens and then one morning you wake up and find that you are 65.

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.

The work of the artist is to lift up people's hearts and help them endure.

Then she too seemed to blow out of his life on the long wind like a third scrap of paper.

The destiny of the land, the nation, the South, the State, the County, was already whirling into the plunge of its precipice, not that the State and the South knew it, because the first seconds of fall always seem like soar.

Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency . . . to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the Ode on a Grecian Urn is worth any number of old ladies.