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
life equality race
To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
inspiration goes-on wonder
Wonder. Go on and wonder.
writing artist solitude
The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost.
writing
Don't be 'a writer'. Be writing.
memories believe august
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
scotch moonshine wells
Well, between Scotch and nothin', I suppose I’d take Scotch. It’s the nearest thing to good moonshine I can find.
life time long
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
music sarcastic sarcasm
He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
responsibility gentleman bears
A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
writing epic study
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
book men old-friends
The books I read are the ones I knew and loved when I was a young man and to which I return as you do to old friends.
moving people atheism
You get born and you try this and you don't know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way.
hipster civilization alcohol
Civilization begins with distillation
tired men thinking
A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune