The artists who want to be writers, read the reviews; the artists who want to write, don't. William Faulkner More Quotes by William Faulkner More Quotes From William Faulkner Thank God you can flee, can escape from that massy five-foot-thick maggot-cheesy solidarity which overlays the earth, in which men and women in couples are ranked like ninepins. William Faulkner divorcecouplemen 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 and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. William Faulkner rockstalkingmen The poets are almost always wrong about the facts... That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth... William Faulkner not-interestedpoetryfacts How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. William Faulkner rainhomethinking I think that-that anyone, the painter, the musician, the writer works in a-a kind of an-an insane fury. He's demon-driven. He can get up feeling rotten, with a hangover, or with-with actual pain, and-and if he gets to work, the first thing he knows, he don't remember that pain, that hangover-he's too busy. William Faulkner hangoverpainthinking It is as though the space between us were time: an irrevocable quality. It is as though time, no longer running straight before us in a diminishing line, now runs parallel between us like a looping string, the distance being the doubling accretion of the thread an not the interval between. William Faulkner distancespacerunning Gough never pretended to perfection or to sainthood - well, hardly ever. Although when he set off the metal detector at airport security, he would blame his aura. William Faulkner airportsperfectionmemorable Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the back either. Just refuse to bear them. William Faulkner cashpaperpeace The Swiss are not a people so much as a neat, clean, quite solvent business. William Faulkner swisscleanpeople No man can write who is not first a humanitarian William Faulkner writingmenfirsts And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie. William Faulkner liarsmenlying If there is a God what the hell is He for? William Faulkner if-there-is-a-godhellifs I don't know anything about inspiration because I don't know what inspiration is; I've heard about it, but I never saw it. William Faulkner sawsinspirationheard An artist is completely amoral in that he will rob, beg, borrow, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done. William Faulkner stealingdoneartist Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind. William Faulkner strongwritingwind I've got to feel the pencil and see the words at the end of the pencil. William Faulkner pencilsendsfeels All men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away. William Faulkner sawdustdollsmen I draw no petty social lines. A man to me is a man, wherever I find him. William Faulkner linessocialmen Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets. William Faulkner regretdreamlove I don't want money badly enough to work for it. William Faulkner enoughwant
