“He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself. But the street ran on: catlike, one place was the same as another to him. But in none of them could he be quiet. But the street ran on in its moods and phases, always empty: he might have seen himself as in numberless avatars, in silence, doomed with motion, driven by the courage of flagged and spurred despair; by the despair of courage whose opportunities had to be flagged and spurred.”
This book is a compilation of literary works from the early 1930s, showcasing a range of genres and styles from that period. more
William Faulkner, an American writer born on September 25, 1897, and died on July 6, 1962. Known for his unique narrative techniques and profound descriptions of Southern society and history, Faulkner is considered one of the great novelists of the 20th century. more
“Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.”
“Just when do men that have different blood in them stop hating one another?”
“Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.”
“I held my crotch, closed my eyes and repeated my secret catechism.”
“The most amazing combinations can result if you shuffle the pack enough.”