the well written - william faulkner

It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with
the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like
spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath
himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness
and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted,"
he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all, for thirty
years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years.

- William Faulkner, Light in August

By Me

the well written - william faulkner

I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the
last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken
mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling
a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.

- William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

By Unknown

the well written - william faulkner

The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the
decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times.

- William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

By Alicia Jacobs

on writing and reading - william faulkner

Read, read, read. Read everything - trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it.
Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.
Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.

- William Faulkner

By Maja Lindberg