She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling William Faulkner More Quotes by William Faulkner More Quotes From William Faulkner any live man is better than any dead man but no live or dead man is very much better than any other live or dead man William Faulkner dead-man men The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies. William Faulkner sunset dies tea If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything. William Faulkner envy hate bird Pointless. . . . Like giving caviar to an elephant. William Faulkner caviar elephants giving And sure enough, even waiting will end...if you can just wait long enough. William Faulkner waiting patience long I learned little save that most of the deeds, good and bad both, incurring opprobrium or plaudits or reward either, within the scope of man's abilities, had already been performed and were to be learned about only from books. William Faulkner reading men book A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station…. William Faulkner bus-stops desks logical Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but that's the only way you can do anything really good. William Faulkner writing may inspiring The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost. William Faulkner solitude artist writing 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. William Faulkner space trying two If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can. William Faulkner optimistic determination suffering In writing, you must kill all your darlings. William Faulkner darling writing Our freedom must be buttressed by a homogeny equally and unchallengeably free, no matter what color they are, so that all the other inimical forces everywhere -- systems political or religious or racial or national -- will not just respect us because we practice freedom, they will fear us because we do. William Faulkner color religious practice There is no such thing as a bad whisky. Some whiskies just happen to be better than others. William Faulkner whiskey scotch drinking the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat William Faulkner agony heart writing Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words William Faulkner and-love sound people I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue. William Faulkner tongue consistent people The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, 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. William Faulkner mother dream art All of us have failed to match our dream of perfection. I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. If I could write all my work again, I'm convinced I could do it better. This is the healthiest condition for an artist. That's why he keeps working, trying again: he believes each time that this time he will do it, bring it off. Of course he won't. William Faulkner dream writing believe Living is one constant and perpetual instant when the arras-veil before what-is-to-be hangs docile and even glad to the lightest naked thrust if we had dared, were brave enough (not wise enough: no wisdom needed here) to make the rending gash. William Faulkner brave wise life
