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More Quotes by William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.
I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.
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.
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.
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
In writing, you must kill all your darlings.