Poor Faulkner. Does He Really Think Big

Critics Are Men Who Watch A Battle From A High Place Then Come Down And Shoot The Survivors.

Having Books Published Is Very Destructive To Writing. It Is Even Worse Than Making Love Too Much. Because When You Make Love Too Much At Least You Get A Damned Clarte That Is Like No Other Light. A Very Clear And Hollow Light.

It Wasn't By Accident That The Gettysburg Address Was So Short.

Happiness In Intelligent People Is The Rarest Thing I Know.

The World Is A Fine Place And Worth The Fighting For And I Hate Very Much To Leave It.