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She carried her head high enough - even when we believed that she was fallen. It was as if she demanded more than ever the recognition of her dignity as the last Grierson; as if it had wanted that touch of earthiness to reaffirm her imperviousness
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Women do have an affinity for evil, for believing that no woman is to be trusted, but that some men are too innocent to protect themselves.
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women
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innocence
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With the gun which was too big for him, the breech-loader which did not even belong to him but to Major de Spain and which he had fired only once, at a stump on the first day to learn the recoil and how to reload it with the paper shells, he stood against a big gum tree beside a little bayou whose black still water crept without motion out of a cane-brake, across a small clearing and into the cane again, where, invisible, a bird, the big wo..
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Life wasn't made to be easy on folks: they wouldn't ever have any reason to be good and die.
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William Faulkner |
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the two girls emanated an incorrigible idle inertia.
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burning
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It's not four days ago I find a bastard squatting here, asking me if I read books. Like he would jump me with a book or something. Take me for a ride with the telephone directory.
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The arrow increased without motion, then in a quick swirl the trout lipped a fly beneath the surface with that sort of gigantic delicacy of an elephant picking up a peanut.
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William Faulkner |
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I will never lie again.
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I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping.
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William Faulkner |
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It's like there was a fellow in every man that's done a-past the sanity or the insanity, that watches the sane and the insane doings of that man with the same horror and the same astonishment.
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sanity
self-awareness
insanity
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About women? When I say soldiers I don't mean me. I wasn't no soldier anymore than a man that fixes watches is a watchmaker. And when I say women I don't mean you.
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William Faulkner |
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Ladies and gentlemen, I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work - a life's work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this award is only mine in trust. It will not be difficult to find a dedication for the money part of it commensurate with the purpose and significance of i..
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William Faulkner |
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It is the man who all his life has been self-convicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence.
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William Faulkner |
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I heard that my mother is dead. I wish I had time to let her die. I wish I had time to wish I had. It is because in the wild and outraged earth too soon too soon too soon. It's not that I wouldn't and will not it's that it is too soon too soon too soon.
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William Faulkner |
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But my mother is a fish. Vernon seen it. He was there. "Jewel's mother is a horse," Darl said. "Then mine can be a fish, can't it, Darl? I said. Jewel is my brother. "Then mine will have to be a horse, too," I said. "Why? Darl said. "If pa is your pa, why does your ma have to be a horse just because Jewel's is?" "Why does it? I said. "Why does it, Darl?" Darl is my brother. "Then what is your ma, Darl?" I said. "I haven't got ere one," Darl..
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William Faulkner |
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I can't do nothing. Just put it off. And that don't do no good. I reckon it belong to me. I reckon what I going to get ain't no more than mine.
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William Faulkner |
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like old married people who no longer have anything in common, to do or to talk about, save the same general weight of air to displace and breathe and general oblivious biding earth to bear their weight...
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She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits.
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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. Man the sum of his climatic experiences Father said. Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire.
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Sometimes I ain't sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he ain't. Sometimes I think it ain't none of us pure crazy and ain't none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it. [...] That's how I reckon a man is crazy. That's how he can't see eye to eye with other folks. And I reckon..
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William Faulkner |
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I am the chosen of the Lord, for who He loveth, so doeth He chastiseth. But I be durn if He dont take some curious ways to show it, seems like.
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suffering
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A gull on an invisible wire attached through space dragged. You carry the symbol of your frustration into eternity. Then the wings are bigger Father said only who can play a harp.
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He turned the pages in steady progression, though now and then he would seem to linger upon one page, one line, perhaps one word. He would not look up then. He would not move, apparently arrested and held immobile by a single word which had perhaps not yet impacted, his whole being suspended by the single trivial combination of letters in quiet and sunny space, so that hanging motionless and without physical weight he seemed to watch the sl..
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William Faulkner |
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Mas alla del crepusculo sentia el agua, la olia. Cuando la primavera florecia y llovia se olia por todas partes no se notaba tanto otras veces pero cuando llovia el olor comenzaba a entrar en casa con el crepusculo o porque al atardecer se intensificase la lluvia o por algo que hubiera en la propia luz pero entonces era cuando el olor se tornaba mas intenso hasta que ya en la cama yo pensaba cuando acabara cuando acabara. La corriente de ai..
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probably by that time he had learned that there were three things and no more: breathing, pleasure, darkness; and without money there could be no pleasure, and without pleasure it would not even be breathing but mere protoplasmic inhale and collapse of blind unorganism in a darkness where light never began.
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William Faulkner |
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Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.
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words
relationships
women
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Sex and death: the front door and the back door of the world.
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sex
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Tell um de good Lawd dont keer whether he bright er not. Dont nobody but white trash keer dat.
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William Faulkner |
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They killed us, but they ain't whooped us yet.
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William Faulkner |
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sometimes i lose faith in human nature for a time; i am assailed by doubt.
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When I was fifteen, a companion and I, on a dare, went into the mound one day just at sunset. We saw some of those Indians for the first time; we got directions from them and reached the top of the mound just as the sun set. We had camping equiptment with us, but we made no fire. We didn't even make down our beds. We just sat side by side on that mound until it became light enough to find our way back to the road. We didn't talk. When we lo..
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fear
mound
native-americans
indians
superstition
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I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not.
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William Faulkner |
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He is the greatest artist the South has produced.... Indeed, through his many novels and short stories, Faulkner fights out the moral problem which was repressed after the nineteenth century [yet] for all his concern with the South, Faulkner was actually seeking out the nature of man. Thus we must turn to him for that continuity of moral purpose which made for the greatness of our classics." --RALPH ELLISON "Faulkner, more than most men, wa..
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William Faulkner |
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Why that's a hundred miles away. That's a long way to go just to eat.
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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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How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof thinking of home.
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William Faulkner |
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People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
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William Faulkner |
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Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?
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William Faulkner |
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Happens is never once.
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William Faulkner |
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a mule will work for you ten years for the privilege of kicking you once.
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William Faulkner |
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He will need to be just a little bigger than smart, and a little braver than either.
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William Faulkner |
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between what did happen and what ought to happened, I dont never have trouble picking ought.
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William Faulkner |
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girls, women, are not interested in romance but only facts.
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William Faulkner |
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Don Quixote -- I read that every year, as some do the Bible.
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William Faulkner |