An artist is completely amoral in that he will rob, beg, borrow, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.
William FaulknerAll of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
William FaulknerHow do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.
William FaulknerWhen the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.
William Faulkner