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“Memory believes before knowing remembers.

[Light in August]”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“My, my. A body does get around.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“She was the captain of her soul”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. Knows remembers believes a corridor in a big long garbled cold echoing building of dark red brick sootbleakened by more chimneys than its own, set in a grassless cinderstrewnpacked compound surrounded by smoking factory purlieus and enclosed by ten food steel-and-wire fence like a penitentiary or a zoo, where in random erratic surges, with sparrowlike childtrebling, orphans in identical and uniform blue denim in and out of remembering but in knowing constant in the bleak walls, the bleak windows where in rain soot from the yearly adjacenting chimneys streaked like black tears.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“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 welldoing, and even sometimes for evil. But he won't fail to see a chance to meddle.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“And I reckon them that are good must suffer for it the same as them that are bad.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“It is the man who all his life has been self-convicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you'll dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it to the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.”
― Ernest Hemingway