William Faulkner Quotes

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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Birth Name: William Cuthbert Falkner

Native Name: William Cuthbert Faulkner

Alternative Names: William Falkner

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It's terrible to be young. It's terrible.

It is the writer's privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart.

[...] 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 touches.

You don't want your hands froze on Christmas, do you.

Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.

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, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not.

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