More Quotes by William Faulkner
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
In writing, you must kill all your darlings.
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.
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.
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.
