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More Quotes by William Faulkner
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
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.
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
Don't be 'a writer'. Be writing.