Surely 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 FaulknerIn a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not.
William FaulknerA mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.
William Faulkner