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They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words.
William Faulkner
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...
William Faulkner
Nicknames are vulgar. Only common people use them.
William Faulkner
The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.
William Faulkner
She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits.
William Faulkner
It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: He made the books and he died.
William Faulkner
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(About Man, Time)
A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
("The Sound and the Fury")
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They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words.
William Faulkner
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...
William Faulkner
Nicknames are vulgar. Only common people use them.
William Faulkner
The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.
William Faulkner
She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits.
William Faulkner
It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: He made the books and he died.
William Faulkner