A hack writer who would have been considered fourth rate in Europe, who tried out a few of the old proven 'sure-fire' literary skeletons with sufficient local color to intrigue the superficial and the lazy.
William FaulknerGratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.
William FaulknerShe was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
William FaulknerA man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream.
William Faulkner