He did not care for the lying at first. He hated it. Then later he had come to like it. It was part of being an insider but it was a very corrupting business.

Only one marriage I regret. I remember after I got that marriage license I went across from the license bureau to a bar for a drink. The bartender said, "What will you have, sir?" And I said, "A glass of hemlock."

I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.

If a writer stops observing he is finished. But he does not have to observe consciously nor think how it will be useful. Perhaps that would be true at the beginning. But later everything he sees goes into the great reserve of things he knows or has seen.

Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.

I may not be as stong as I think, but I know many tricks and I have resolution.

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?