I said You don't know what worry is. I don't know what it is. I don't know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not . I don't know whether I can cry or not. I don't know whether I have tried...
I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as when he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as...
I can stand on my own feet; I don't need any man's mahogany desk to prop me up
Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.
And I reckon them that are good must suffer for it the same as them that are bad.
A man. All men. He will pass up a hundred chances to do good for one chance to meddle where meddling is not wanted. He will overlook and fail to see chances, opportunities, for riches and fame and wel...
So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice...
A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
When something is new and hard and bright, there ought to be something a little better for it than just being safe, since the safe things are just the things that folks have been doing so long they ha...
Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. It might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets.
The river itself is not a hundred yards across, and pa and Vernon and Vardaman and Dewey Dell are the only things in sight not of that single monotony of desolation leaning with that terrific quality...
It is the man who all his life has been self-convicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence.
I, the dreamer clinging yet to the dream as the patient clings to the last thin unbearable ecstatic instant of agony in order to sharpen the savor of the pain’s surcease, waking into the reality, the...
I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.
And he was not old enough to talk and say nothing at the same time.
Marriage is long enough to have plenty of room for time behind it.
Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it's the only way you can do anything good.
[] no man is ever free and probably could not bear it if he were...
The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true.
The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times.