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

Find the best writers, pay them to write, and avoid typos at all costs.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.

The only thing that can spoil a day is people and if you can keep from making engagements, every day has no limits.

There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene.

One battle doesn't make a campagin, but critics treat one book, good or bad, like a whole war.