William Faulkner: Trending quotes (page 4)

“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.”

“Memory believes before knowing remembers.”

“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.”

“You can't. You just have to.”

“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.”

“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.”

“The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews.”

“And sure enough, even waiting will end… if you can just wait long enough.”

“You intend to kiss me and yet you are going to all this damn trouble about it.”

“Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.”

“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.”

“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.”

“The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true.”

“Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.”

“We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid.”

“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.”

“Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.”

“You should approach Joyce's Ulysses as the illiterate Baptist preacher approaches the Old Testament: with faith.”

“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.”