Caligula > Caligula's Quotes

Showing 1-19 of 19
sort by

  • #1
    William Faulkner
    “Most men are a little better than their circumstances give them a chance to be.”
    William Faulkner

  • #2
    William Faulkner
    “The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
    William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

  • #3
    William Faulkner
    “...I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.”
    William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

  • #4
    William Faulkner
    “Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.”
    William Faulkner

  • #5
    William Faulkner
    “The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.”
    William Faulkner

  • #6
    William Faulkner
    “Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.”
    William Faulkner, Light in August

  • #7
    William Faulkner
    “You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.”
    William Faulkner
    tags: love

  • #8
    William Faulkner
    “Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.”
    William Faulkner

  • #9
    William Faulkner
    “A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune”
    William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

  • #10
    William Faulkner
    “It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work. ”
    William Faulkner

  • #11
    William Faulkner
    “My mother is a fish.”
    William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

  • #12
    William Faulkner
    “...the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.”
    William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

  • #13
    William Faulkner
    “People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.”
    William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

  • #14
    William Faulkner
    “The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.”
    William Faulkner

  • #15
    William Faulkner
    “When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight o' clock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.”
    William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

  • #16
    William Faulkner
    “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. ”
    William Faulkner

  • #17
    William Faulkner
    “Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.”
    William Faulkner

  • #18
    William Faulkner
    “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

  • #19
    William Faulkner
    “She was the captain of her soul”
    William Faulkner, Light in August



Rss