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| 1bd69c7 | But you cant be alive forever, and you always wear out life long before you have exhausted the possibilities of living. And all that must be somewhere; all that could not have been invented and created just to be thrown away. And the earth is shallow; there is not a great deal of it before you come to the rock. And the earth dont want to just keep things, hoard them; it wants to use them again. | william-faulkner | William Faulkner | |
| 9faf36a | Caddy put her arms around me, and her shining veil, and I couldn't smell trees anymore and I began to cry. | the-sound-and-the-fury william-faulkner | William Faulkner | |
| 28ac147 | "she wanted to know what American writers I liked. "Hawthorne, Henry James, Emily Dickinson..." "No, living." Ah, well, hmm, let's see: how difficult, the rival factor being what it is, for a contemporary author, or would-be author, to confess admiration for another. At last I said, "Not Hemingway--a really dishonest man, the closet-everything. Not Thomas Wolfe--all that purple upchuck; of course, he isn't living. Faulkner, sometimes: Light in August. Fitzgerald, sometimes: Diamond as Big as the Ritz, Tender Is the Night. I really like Willa Cather. Have you read My Mortal Enemy?" With no particular expression, she said, "Actually, I wrote it." | emily-dickinson henry-james light-in-august nathaniel-hawthorne tender-is-the-night thomas-wolfe william-faulkner willa-cather ernest-hemingway f-scott-fitzgerald | Truman Capote | |
| ee6160b | Hammett used to be irritated by that and would answer that nobody ever deliberately wrote a potboiler, you just did the best you could and woke up to find it good or no good. | books potboilers dashiell-hammett william-faulkner quality sanctuary writers | Lillian Hellman |