The displacement of water is equal to the something of something.
William FaulknerTag: poetic the-sound-and-the-fury prose william-faulkner
It was only as he put his hand on the door that he became aware of complete silence beyond it, a silence which he at eighteen knew that it would take more than one person to make.
William FaulknerWhere the shadow of the bridge fell I could see down for a long way, but not as far as the bottom. When you leave a leaf in water a long time after awhile the tissue will be gone and the delicate fibres waving slow as the motion of sleep. They don't touch one another, no matter how knotted up they once were, no matter how close they lay once to the bones.
William FaulknerThat's sad too, people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today
William FaulknerEven sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long.
William FaulknerFather was teaching us that all men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away the sawdust flowing from what wound in what side that not for me died not
William FaulknerThat's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.
William FaulknerI could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.
William FaulknerHe had a face like a nutcracker; a scrawny man of no particular age, with merry secretive eyes.
William FaulknerTell um de good Lawd dont keer whether he bright er not. Dont nobody but white trash keer dat.
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