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
memories believe august
Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]
butterfly curves mirrors
I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.
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.
funny war men
War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
writing two imagination
A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.
stupid silence stupidity
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
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.
life wall moving
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, It moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immotality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artists way of scribbling "Kilroy was here" on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
grief men causes
...no man can cause more grief than the one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancesters.
heart writing conflict
The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself
running gun worry
Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
writing
Don't be 'a writer'. Be writing.
love dream regret
Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.
grief sorrow would-be
There is no such thing as was—only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.