A veces yo conseguía dormirme repitiéndolo una y otra vez hasta que se mezclaba con las madreselvas todo terminó por simbolizar la noche y el desasos… - William Faulkner
" "A veces yo conseguía dormirme repitiéndolo una y otra vez hasta que se mezclaba con las madreselvas todo terminó por simbolizar la noche y el desasosiego no me parecía estar despierto ni dormido mirando hacia un largo pasillo de media luz grisácea donde todas las cosas estables se habían convertido en paradójicas sombras todo cuanto yo había hecho sombras todo cuanto yo había sufrido tomando formas visibles grotescas y burlándose con su inherente irrelevancia de la significación que deberían haber afirmado pensando era yo no era yo quién no era no era quién.
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About William Faulkner
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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People between twenty and forty are not sympathetic. The child has the capacity to do but it can't know. It only knows when it is no longer able to do — after forty. Between twenty and forty the will of the child to do gets stronger, more dangerous, but it has not begun to learn to know yet. Since his capacity to do is forced into channels of evil through environment and pressures, man is strong before he is moral. The world's anguish is caused by people between twenty and forty.
He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself. But the street ran on: catlike, one place was the same as another to him. But in none of them could he be quiet. But the street ran on in its moods and phases, always empty: he might have seen himself as in numberless avatars, in silence, doomed with motion, driven by the courage of flagged and spurred despair; by the despair of courage whose opportunities had to be flagged and spurred.
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Writing is a solitary job — that is, no one can help you with it, bu there's nothing lonely about it. I have always been too busy, too immersed in what I was doing, either mad at it or laughing at it to have time to wonder whether I was lonely or not lonely. It's simply solitary. I think there is a difference between loneliness and solitude.
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