They say love dies between two people. Thatโs wrong. It doesnโt die. It just leaves you, goes away, if you arenโt good enough, worthy enough. It doesnโt die; youโre the the one that dies. Itโs like the ocean: if youโre no good, if you begin to make a bad smell in it, it just spews you up somewhere to die. You die anyway, but I had rather drown in the ocean than be urped up onto a strip of dead beach and be dried away by the sun into a little foul smear with no name to it, just this was for an epitaph
William FaulknerThe past is never dead. It's not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity. Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations. The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.
William FaulknerOur most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories. The past is never dead, it is not even past.
William Faulkner...thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
William Faulkner