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
writing trying doe
I'm a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't and then tries the short story which is the most demanding form after poetry. And failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing.
fiction journalism newspapers
The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.
writing thinking written
I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it.
writing heart agony
the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat
moving character writing
It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.
inspiring art busy
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.
writing men firsts
No man can write who is not first a humanitarian
sports gentleman kentuckians
Ever since then I have believed that God is not only a gentleman and a sport; he is a Kentuckian too.
evil littles done
We must just stay awake and see evil done for a little while it's not always.
way values
I say money has no value; it's just the way you spend it.
voice people desire
They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words.
hipster civilization alcohol
Civilization begins with distillation
south
Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.
beach ocean names
They say love dies between two people. That’s wrong. It doesn’t die. It just leaves you, goes away, if you aren’t good enough, worthy enough. It doesn’t die; you’re the the one that dies. It’s like the ocean: if you’re no good, if you begin to make a bad smell in it, it just spews you up somewhere to die. You die anyway, but I had rather drown in the ocean than be urped up onto a strip of dead beach and be dried away by the sun into a little foul smear with no name to it, just this was for an epitaph