William Faulkner Quotes - Page 7 | Just Great DataBase

Folks are funny. They can't stick to one way of thinking or doing anything unless they get a new reason for doing it ever so often.

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Oh, he said. I see. But he did not see, exactly, though he believed that he could have been wrong and that she was right. And so a year later she talked to him suddenly of marriage and escape in the same words, he was not surprised, not hurt. He just thought quietly, ‘So this is love. I see. I was wrong about it too’, thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.

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...probably by that time he had learned that there were three things and no more: breathing, pleasure, darkness; and without money there could be no pleasure, and without pleasure it would not even be breathing but mere protoplasmic inhale and collapse of blind unorganism in a darkness where light never began.

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Quentin did not answer, staring at the window; then he could not tell if it was the actual window or the window's pale rectangle upon his eyelids, though after a moment it began to emerge. It began to take shape in its same curious, light, gravity-defying attitude--the once-folded sheet out of the wistaria Mississippi summer, the cigar smell, the random blowing of the fireflies. "The South," Shreve said. "The South. Jesus. No wonder you folks all outlive yourselves by years and years and years." It was becoming quite distinct. He would be able to decipher the words soon, in a moment; even almost now, now, now."I am older at twenty than a lot of people who have died," Quentin said.

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Only her eyes seem to move. It's like they touch us, not with sight or sense, but like the stream from a hose touches you, the stream at the instant of impact as dissociated from the nozzle as though it had never been there.

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My daily life is an acknowledgment and expiation of my sin.

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it's better to build a tight chicken coop than a shoddy courthouse.

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That's what they mean by the love that passeth understanding: that pride, that furious desire to hide that abject nakedness which we bring here with us, carry with us into operating rooms, carry stubbornly and furiously with us into the earth again.

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It's like everything in the world for me is inside a tub full of guts, so that you wonder how there can be any room in it for anything else very important.

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In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were.

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In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not.

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CashI made it on the bevel.1. There is more surface for the nails to grip.2. There is twice the gripping-surface to each seam.3. The water will have to seep into it on a slant. Water moves easiest upand down or straight across.4. In a house people are upright two thirds of the time. So the seams andjoints are made up-and-down. Because the stress is up-and-down.5. In a bed where people lie down all the time, the joints and seams aremade sideways, because the stress is sideways.6. Except.7. A body is not square like a crosstie.8. Animal magnetism.9. The animal magnetism of a dead body makes the stress come slanting, sothe seams and joints of a coffin are made on the bevel.10. You can see by an old grave that the earth sinks down on the bevel.11. While in a natural hole it sinks by the center, the stress being up-and-down.12. So I made it on the bevel.13. It makes a neater job.

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All right. It is so, then. But not to me. Not in my life and my love.

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and the very old men--some in their brushed Confederate uniforms--on the porch and the lawn, talking of Miss Emily as if she had been a contemporary of theirs, believing that they had danced with her and courted her perhaps, confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them now by the narrow bottleneck of the most recent decade of years.

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From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene, broken by intervals of begged and stolen rides, on trains and trucks, and on country wagons with he at twenty and twentyfive and thirty sitting on the seat with his still, hard face and the clothes (even when soiled and worn) of a city man and the driver of the wagon not knowing who or what the passenger was and not daring to ask. The street ran into Oklahoma and Missouri and as far south again as Mexico and then back north to Chicago and Detroit and then back south again and at last to Mississippi. It was fifteen years long.

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when she spoke even now, after forty years, among the slurred consonants and the flat vowels of the land where her life had been cast, New England talked as plainly as it did in the speech of her kin who had never left New Hampshire

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Making or getting money is a kind of game where there are not any rules at all.

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And when Hightower approaches, the smell of plump unwashed flesh and unfresh clothing--that odor of unfastidious sedentation, of static overflesh not often enough bathed--is well nigh overpowering. [...] It is the odor of goodness. Of course it would smell bad to us that are bad and sinful.

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But something held him, as the fatalist can always be held: by curiosity, pessimism, by sheer inertia.

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It was that his words, his telling, just did not synchronize with what his hearers believed would (and must) be the scope of a single individual.

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