William Faulkner book Go Down, Moses
The Bear section 4 (p. 247)
Go Down, Moses (1942)
William Faulkner book Go Down, Moses
The Bear section 4 (p. 247)
Go Down, Moses (1942)
William Faulkner book Go Down, Moses
The Bear section 1 (p. 195)
Go Down, Moses (1942)
The Judge to Robert G. Ingersoll
"Beyond" (1933)
Judge to Mothershed, a suicide
"Beyond" (1933)
William Faulkner book As I Lay Dying
As I Lay Dying (1930)
“Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say.”
William Faulkner book The Sound and the Fury
The Sound and the Fury (1929)
Letter to Malcolm Cowley (11 February 1949), quoted in William Faulkner : A Critical Essay (1970) by Martin Jarrett-Kerr, p. 46; also published in Selected Letters of William Faulkner (1978) by Joseph Blotner, p. 286
An answer to a student's question as to why he writes in long sentences during his Writer-in-Residence time at the University of Virginia in 1957-1958. Faulkner in the University, p. 84
Faulkner in the University (1959)
William Faulkner book Go Down, Moses
he cried. “Dont you see? This whole land, the whole South, is cursed, and all of us who derive from it, whom it ever suckled, white and black both, lie under the curse? Granted that my people brought the curse onto the land: maybe for that reason their descendants alone can—not resist it, not combat it—maybe just endure and outlast it until the curse is lifted. Then your peoples’ turn will come because we have forfeited ours. But not now. Not yet. Dont you see?”
The Bear section 4 (p. 266)
Go Down, Moses (1942)
William Faulkner book Go Down, Moses
The Bear section 2 (p. 212)
Go Down, Moses (1942)
Charlotte Rittenmeyer to Harry Wilbourne, in (Ch. 7) "Wild Palms"; p. 218
The Wild Palms [If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem] (1939)
Harry Wilbourne to Charlotte Rittenmeyer, in (Ch. 3) "Wild Palms"; p. 48
The Wild Palms [If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem] (1939)
“Now I want you to tell me just one thing more. Why do you hate the South?”
William Faulkner book Absalom, Absalom!
"I dont hate it," Quentin said, quickly, at once, immediately; "I dont hate it," he said. I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark: I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!
last lines (Chapter 9)
Absalom, Absalom! (1936)