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We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
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William Faulkner |
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The past is never dead. It's not even past.
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time
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William Faulkner |
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Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
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personality
inspirational
perfectionism
potential
self-improvement
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William Faulkner |
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Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
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sorrow
poetry
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William Faulkner |
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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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William Faulkner |
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Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
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words
silence
stupidity
talking
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William Faulkner |
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I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.
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William Faulkner |
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Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
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recollection
memory
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William Faulkner |
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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.
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time
wasting-time
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William Faulkner |
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She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
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love
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William Faulkner |
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He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear....One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them ..
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William Faulkner |
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I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He ..
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William Faulkner |
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Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say.
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William Faulkner |
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My mother is a fish.
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William Faulkner |
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Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...
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nostalgia
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William Faulkner |
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
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time
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William Faulkner |
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It's not when you realise that nothing can help you - religion, pride, anything - it's when you realise that you don't need any aid.
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William Faulkner |
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It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end.
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William Faulkner |
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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.
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inspirational
achievement
goal
artist
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William Faulkner |
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A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.
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writing
inspirational
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William Faulkner |
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the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.
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William Faulkner |
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In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. Jewel knows he is, because he does not know that he does not know whether he is or not. He cannot empty himself for sleep because he is not what he is and he is what he is not. Beyond t..
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William Faulkner |
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Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]
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nostalgia
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William Faulkner |
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If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.
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suffering
optimism
happiness
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William Faulkner |
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Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the bank either. Just refuse to bear them.
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injustice
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William Faulkner |
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She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love.
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William Faulkner |
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When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight o' clock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give..
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William Faulkner |
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Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
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motivational
inspirational
faulkner
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William Faulkner |
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I would think how words go straight up in a thin line, quick and harmless, and how terribly doing goes along the earth, clinging to it, so that after a while the two lines are too far apart for the same person to straddle from one to the other; and that sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.
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William Faulkner |
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Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.
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William Faulkner |
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Memory believes before knowing remembers.
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William Faulkner |
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I'd have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone.
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racism
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William Faulkner |
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At one time I thought the most important thing was talent. I think now that -- the young man or the young woman must possess or teach himself, train himself, in infinite patience, which is to try and to try and to try until it comes right. He must train himself in ruthless intolerance. That is, to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph. The most important thing is insight, that is ... ..
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writing
learning-by-doing
trial-and-error
craftsmanship
creative-writing
craft
training
writing-process
talent
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William Faulkner |
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I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.
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life
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William Faulkner |
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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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William Faulkner |
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That was when I learned that words are no good; that words dont ever fit even what they are trying to say at. When he was born I knew that motherhood was invented by someone who had to have a word for it because the ones that had the children didn't care whether there was a word for it or not. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride, who never had the pride.
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William Faulkner |
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How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.
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William Faulkner |
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The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true.
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William Faulkner |
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And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.
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William Faulkner |
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Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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William Faulkner |
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Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.
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William Faulkner |
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Caddy smelled like trees.
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William Faulkner |
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Sometimes I aint so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he aint. Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it aint so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.
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William Faulkner |
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Love doesn't die; the men and women do.
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William Faulkner |