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
littles time-left snob
I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.
baptists ulysses old-testament
You should approach Joyce's Ulysses as the illiterate Baptist preacher approaches the Old Testament: with faith.
dream art responsibility
Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done. The writer's only responsibility is to his art.
peace war long
So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice...
country dog america
The writer in America isn't part of the culture of this country. He's like a fine dog. People like him around, but he's of no use.
truth honesty simple
Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view.
rose withered
Who gathers the withered rose?
tree
Caddy smelled like trees.
virtue idleness
Idleness breeds our better virtues.
lying thinking should-have
…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.
next maybe-next-time next-time
We shall not kill and maybe next time we even won't.
mexico memphis tennessee
Mississippi begins in a lobby of a Memphis, Tennessee hotel and extends south to the Gulf of Mexico
victory battle fool
No battle is ever won ... victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
understanding gettysburg born
Gettysburg. . . . You cant understand it. You would have to be born there.