But In The Night He Woke And

Cowardice, As Distinguished From Panic, Is Almost Always Simply A Lack Of Ability To Suspend The Functioning Of The Imagination.

We Think. We Are Not Peasants. We Are Mechanics. But Even The Peasants Know Better Than To Believe In A War. Everybody Hates War. There Is A Class That Control A Country That Is Stupid And Down Not Realise Anything And Never Can. That Is Why We Have This War. Also They Make Money Out Of It.

The Best Way To Become A Writer Is To Go Off And Write.

Fascism Is A Lie Told By Bullies.

Poor Faulkner. Does He Really Think Big Emotions Come From Big Words?