When 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 FaulknerMan the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire.
William FaulknerTime is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people. There is no such thing as was - only is.
William FaulknerGratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.
William Faulkner