William Faulkner
William FaulknerAn Artist is completely amoral in that he will rob, beg, borrow, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.
The Artist's aim is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
The Artist is still a little like the old court jester in that he's supposed to speak his vicious paradoxes with some sense in them, but he isn't part of whatever the fabric is that makes a nation.
The Artist is a form of behavior in Europe. In America, it's an excuse for a form of behavior.
The Clock slays time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels... only when the clock stops does time come to life.
Death is taken by youth to be a phenomenon of the body, but one learns it to be merely a function of the mind.
The Fact is of dubious value in that you can't stand a fact up, you've got to prop it up, and when you move to one side a little and look at it from that angle, it's not thick enough to cast a shadow in that direction.
The Fact is is not truth — Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.
The Fact the poets are almost always wrong about. That's because they're not interested in the facts, only the truth.
A Gentleman is one who accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
