He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself. But the street ran on: catlike, one place was the same as another to him. But in none of them could he be quiet. But the street ran on in its moods and phases, always empty: he might have seen himself as in numberless avatars, in silence, doomed with motion, driven by the courage of flagged and spurred despair; by the despair of courage whose opportunities had to be flagged and spurred.
William FaulknerI only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o'clock every day.
William FaulknerSo, never be afraid. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion, against injustice and lying and greed. If you, not just you in this room tonight, but in all the thousands of other rooms like this one about the world today and tomorrow and next week, will do this, not as a class or classes, but as individuals, men and women, you will change the earth.
William Faulkner. . .in August in Mississippi thereโs a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly thereโs a foretaste of fall, itโs cool, thereโs a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and---from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then itโs gone. . .the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization.
William Faulkner