In every writer there is a certain amount of the scavenger. William Faulkner More Quotes by William Faulkner More Quotes From William Faulkner Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder. William Faulkner climbing men art The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews. William Faulkner powerful writing art 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 enough, worthy enough. It doesn’t die; you’re the the one that dies. It’s like the ocean: if you’re no good, if you begin to make a bad smell in it, it just spews you up somewhere to die. You die anyway, but I had rather drown in the ocean than be urped up onto a strip of dead beach and be dried away by the sun into a little foul smear with no name to it, just this was for an epitaph William Faulkner ocean names beach I don't suppose anybody ever deliberately listens to a watch or a clock. You don't have to. You can be oblivious to the sound for a long while, then in a second of ticking it can create in the mind unbroken the long diminishing parade of time you didn't hear. William Faulkner mind time long In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. William Faulkner strange sleep rooms There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need. William Faulkner horse feel-good jumping I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure music would have done better. William Faulkner music trying mean A man or a race either if he's any good can survive his past without even needing to escape from it and not because of the high quite often only too rhetorical rhetoric of humanity but for the simple indubitable practical reason of his future: that capacity to survive and absorb and endure and still be steadfast. William Faulkner simple men past Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all. William Faulkner south Hemingway shot himself. I don't like a man that takes the short way home. William Faulkner suicide home men Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met. William Faulkner entertainment history art The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true. William Faulkner reason knows The best job that was ever offered to me was to become a landlord in a brothel. In my opinion it's the perfect milieu for an artist to work in. William Faulkner best-job artist jobs I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth. William Faulkner blind earth hot I say money has no value; it's just the way you spend it. William Faulkner values way Most men are a little better than their circumstances give them a chance to be. William Faulkner littles giving men Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you William Faulkner cringe feminine ifs I never promise a woman anything nor let her know what I'm going to give her. That's the only way to manage them. Always keep them guessing. If you cant think of any other way to surprise them, give them a bust in the jaw. William Faulkner giving promise thinking That was when I learned that words are no good; that words dont ever fit even what they are trying to say at. When he was born I knew that motherhood was invented by someone who had to have a word for it because the ones that had the children didn't care whether there was a word for it or not. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride, who never had the pride. William Faulkner motherhood pride children Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks. William Faulkner monotonous folly strange
