making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact,
Only a fool tries to outsmart smart people, and anyone that tries to fool fools is himself already one.
the two girls emanated an incorrigible idle inertia.
Ever since then I have believed that God is not only a gentleman and a sport; he is a Kentuckian too.
In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not.
He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that any more than for pride or fear….One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
And when Hightower approaches, the smell of plump unwashed flesh and unfresh clothing–that odor of unfastidious sedentation, of static overflesh not often enough bathed–is well nigh overpowering. … It is the odor of goodness. Of course it would smell bad to us that are bad and sinful.
And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.
It is because so much happens. Too much happens. That’s it. Man performs, engenders, so much more than he can or should have to bear. That’s how he finds that he can bear anything. That’s it. That’s what is so terrible. That he can bear anything, anything.
[The] Christ story is one of the best stories that man has invented. . . .”
Faulkner in the University, 117