Memory believes before knowing remembers.
William FaulknerI believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail.
William FaulknerTag: faulkner-nobel
If you could just ravel out into time. That would be nice. It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time
William FaulknerTo understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
William FaulknerIf Jesus returned today we would have to crucify him quick in our own defense, to justify and preserve the civilization we have worked and suffered and died shrieking and cursing in rage and impotence and terror for two thousand years to create and perfect in mans own image; if Venus returned she would be a soiled man in a subway lavatory with a palm full of French post-cards--
William FaulknerAs they walked through the bright noon, up the sandy road with the dispersing congregation talking easily again group to group, she continued to weep, unmindful of the talk.
"He sho a preacher, mon!! He didn't look like much at first, but hush!"
"He seed de power en de glory."
"Yes, suh. He seed hit. Face to face he seed hit."
Dilsey made no sound, her face did not quiver as the tears took their sunken and devious courses, walking with her head up, making no effort to dry them away even.
"Whyn't you quit dat, mammy?" Frony said. "Wid all dese people lookin. We be passin white folks soon."
"I've seed de first en de last," Dilsey said. "Never you mind me."
"First en last whut?" Frony said.
"Never you mind," Dilsey said. "I seed de beginnin, en now I sees de endin.
There is no such thing as was—only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.
William Faulkner(...) cada homem é árbitro de suas próprias virtudes, mas homem algum deve prescrever o que é bom para outro homem; e eu: temporariamente; e ele: foi a palavra mais triste de todas, nada mais no mundo não é desespero até que seja tempo, nem mesmo o tempo, até que foi.
William FaulknerUnless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest
William FaulknerOnly Southerners have taken horsewhips and pistols to editors about the treatment or maltreatment of their manuscript. This--the actual pistols--was in the old days, of course, we no longer succumb to the impulse. But it is still there, within us.
William FaulknerTag: writers southerners manuscripts editors
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