Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view.
William FaulknerMan the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire.
William FaulknerA writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
William Faulkner