William Faulkner, an American novelist and Nobel laureate, is acclaimed for his experimental narrative style and portrayal of the American South. His novels, including "The Sound and the Fury" and "As I Lay Dying," explore themes of race, class, and the decline of the Old South. Faulkner's literary innovations and profound insights into the human condition have earned him a place among the greatest writers of the 20th century.
"The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one... If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the Ode on a Grecian Urn is worth any number of old ladies."
"The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews."
"The ideal woman which is in every man's mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist her hand. The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement. Remember all Tolstoy ever said to describe Anna Karenina was that she was beautiful and could see in the dark like a cat. Every man has a different idea of what's beautiful and it's best to take the gesture the shadow of the branch and let the mind create the tree."
"I'd have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone."
"Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words."
"Ingenuity was apparently given man in order that he may supply himself in crises with shapes and sounds with which to guard himself from truth."
"Wanton stars galloped neighing like unicorns in blue meadows."
"Ab figured that the chance of his recognising it would be about the same as a burglar recognising a dollar watch that happened to get caught for a minute on his vest button five years ago."
"The next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean."
"Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth."
"When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar."
"My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky."
"A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction."
"You can't beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to."
"Sometimes i think there must be a sort of pollen of ideas floating in the air, which fertilizes similarly minds here and there which have not had direct contact."
"Here I am I am tired I am tired of running of having to carry my life like it was a basket of eggs."
"Yet even then the music has still a quality stern and implacable, deliberate and without passion so much as immolation, pleading, asking, for not love, not life, forbidding it to others, demanding in sonorous tones death as though death were the boon, like all Protestant music."
"Who owned no property and never desired to since the earth was no man's but all men's, as light and air and weather were."
"I'm inclined to think that a military background wouldn't hurt anyone."
"Most of life is just a preparation for getting ready to be dead for a very long period of time."
"It's not when you realise that nothing can help you - religion, pride, anything - it's when you realise that you don't need any aid."
"I reckon if there's ere a man or woman anywhere that He could turn it all over to and go away with His mind at rest, it would be Cora. And I reckon she would make a few changes, no matter how He was running it. And I reckon they would be for man's good. Leastways, we would have to like them. Leastways, we might as well go on and make like we did."
"An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why."
"The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies."