William Faulkner
William Faulkner
William Cuthbert Faulknerwas an American writer and Nobel Prize laureate from Oxford, Mississippi. Faulkner wrote novels, short stories, a play, poetry, essays, and screenplays. He is primarily known for his novels and short stories set in the fictional Yoknapatawpha County, based on Lafayette County, Mississippi, where he spent most of his life...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 September 1897
CityNew Albany, MS
women drawing people
Women are like that they don't acquire knowledge of people we are for that they are just born with a practical fertility of suspicion that makes a crop every so often and usually right they have an affinity for evil for supplying whatever the evil lacks in itself for drawing it about them instinctively as you do bed-clothing in slumber fertilizing the mind for it until the evil has served its purpose whether it ever existed or no.
running air shadow
The air brightened, the running shadow patches were now the obverse, and it seemed to him that the fact that the day was clearing was another cunning stroke on the part of the foe, the fresh battle toward which he was carrying ancient wounds.
suicide home men
Hemingway shot himself. I don't like a man that takes the short way home.
hurt military thinking
I'm inclined to think that a military background wouldn't hurt anyone.
science technology men
The most important thing is insight, that is to be - curious - to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does.
work men eight
One of the saddest things is that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat ... nor make love for eight hours.
strength mean frustration
People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artists do; I don't mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy.
past over-it
The past isn't over. It isn't even past.
drinking scotch-whisky alcohol
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
sleep rooms strange
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.
writing dostoyevsky written
If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us.
pride religion needs
It's not when you realise that nothing can help you - religion, pride, anything - it's when you realise that you don't need any aid.
people tongue consistent
I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue...
inspiring writing may
Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it's the only way you can do anything good.