A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.
William FaulknerA pair of jaybirds came up from nowhere, whirled up on the blast like gaudy scraps of cloth or paper and lodged in the mulberries, where they swung in raucous tilt and recover, screaming into the wind that ripped their harsh cries onward and away like scraps of paper or of cloth in turn.
William FaulknerWe could live like counts. ... If all that money is out there, I might as well hack a little on the side and put the novel off.
William Faulkner