Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again.
William FaulknerThe air brightened, the running shadow patches were now the obverse, and it seemed to him that the fact that the day was clearing was another cunning stroke on the part of the foe, the fresh battle toward which he was carrying ancient wounds.
William FaulknerSurely heaven must have something of the color and shape of whatever village or hill or cottage of which the believer says, This is my own.
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