Mi padre decía que un hombre es la suma de sus desgracias. Se puede creer que la desgracia acabará cansándose algún día, pero entonces tu desgracia es el tiempo dijo mi Padre. Una gaviota atrapada por un hilo invisible arrastrada por el espacio. Hacia la eternidad arrastras el símbolo de tu frustración. Entonces las alas son más grandes dijo Padre pero quién sabe tocar el arpa.
American writer (1897-1962)
William Cuthbert Faulkner (September 25, 1897 – July 6, 1962) was an American novelist and short story writer whose works feature his native state of Mississippi. He was regarded as one of the most influential writers of the twentieth century and was awarded the 1949 Nobel Prize for Literature.
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...the ledgers in which McCaslin recorded the slow outward trickle of food and supplies and equipment which returned each fall as cotton made and ginned and sold (two threads frail as truth and impalpable as equators yet cable-strong to bind for life them who made the cotton to the land their sweat fell on),...
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I don't think anybody can teach anybody anything. I think that you learn it, but the young writer that is as I say demon-driven and wants to learn and has got to write, he don't know why, he will learn from almost any source that he finds. He will learn from older people who are not writers, he will learn from writers, but he learns it — you can't teach it.