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

If he wrote it, he could get rid of it. He had gotten rid of many things by writing them.

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.

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

Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers.

Clearly I miss Him, having been brought up in religion. But now a man must be responsible to himself.

Write as well as you can and finish what you start.