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More Quotes by William Faulkner
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.
I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.
The next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.
Don't be 'a writer'. Be writing.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.