Quotes by : William Faulkner

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it....

A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.

Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.

Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that....

All of us have failed to match our dream of perfection. I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure....

Only fools imply compliments. The wise man comes right out with it, point-blank. Imply criticism--unless....

ingenuity was apparently given man in order that he may supply himself in crises with shapes and sounds....

Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice....

I will never lie again.

I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead....