William Faulkner Quotes - Page 16

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• How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.

  William Faulkner

  Attitude, Fall, Sunset

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• Well, Bud," he said, looking at me, "I'll be damned if you don't go to a lot of trouble to have your fun. Kidnapping, then fighting. What do you do on your holidays? Burn houses?

  William Faulkner

  Best Friend, Fun, Holiday

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• We have all heard what we wanted to hear! Truth that sounds right to our ears!

  William Faulkner

  Sound, Ears, Heard

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• He [the writer] must, teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed - love and honor and pity and compassion and sacrifice. See Poets & Writers

  William Faulkner

  Teaching, Heart, Sacrifice

  Nobel Prize acceptance speech, Stockholm, 10 Dec. 1950

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• I decline to accept the end of man.

  William Faulkner

  Art, Philosophy, Men

  Nobel Prize acceptance speech, Stockholm, 10 Dec. 1950

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• It was like something you have dreaded and feared and dodged for years until it seemed like all your life, then despite everything it happened to you and all it was was just pain, all it did was hurt and so it was all over, all finished, all right.

  William Faulkner

  Hurt, Pain, Years

  William Faulkner (1956). “Intruder in the Dust”

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• Did you ever have a sister? did you?

  William Faulkner

  William Faulkner (2016). “The Sound and the Fury (Third International Edition) (Norton Critical Editions)”, p.88, W. W. Norton & Company

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• When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in Cedar trees smells.

  William Faulkner

  Boys, July, Wind

  William Faulkner, Eugene O'Neill, John Steinbeck (1971). “William Faulkner, Eugene O'Neill [and] John Steinbeck”

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