Sanctuary Quotes

“It's not four days ago I find a bastard squatting here, asking me if I read books. Like he would jump me with a book or something. Take me for a ride with the telephone directory.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“You’re not being tried by common sense,” Horace said. “You’re being tried by a jury.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“God is foolish at times, but at least He’s a gentleman. Dont you know that?” “I always thought of Him as a man,” the woman said.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“It does last," Horace said. "Spring does. You'd almost think there was some purpose to it.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“I am too old for this. I was born too old for it, and so I am sick to death for quiet.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“I be dog if hit don't look like sometimes that when a fellow sets out to play a joke, hit ain't another fellow he's playing that joke on; hit's a kind of big power laying still somewhere in the dark that he sets out to prank with without knowing hit, and hit all depends on whether that ere power is in the notion to take a joke or not, whether or not hit blows up right in his face, like this one did in mine. ("A Bear Hunt")”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“She wasn’t born for this kind of life. You have to be born for this like you have to be born a butcher or a barber, I guess. Wouldn’t anybody be either of them just for money or fun.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“She thought of them, woolly, shapeless; savage, petulant, spoiled, the flatulent monotony of their sheltered lives snatched up without warning by an incomprehensible moment of terror and fear of bodily annihilation at the very hands which symbolised by ordinary the licensed tranquillity of their lives.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“The orchestra had ceased and were now climbing onto their chairs, with their instruments. The floral offerings flew; the coffin teetered. "Catch it!" a voice shouted. They sprang forward, but the coffin crashed heavily to the floor, coming open. The corpse tumbled slowly and sedately out and came to rest with its face in the center of a wreath. "Play something!" the proprietor bawled, waving his arms; "play! Play!”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“I have but one rift in the darkness, that is that I have injured no one save myself by my folly, and that the extent of that folly you will never learn.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“From time to time he would feel that acute surge go over him, like his blood was too hot all of a sudden, dying away into that warm unhappy feeling that fiddle music gave him.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“Ze słuchawką w ręce patrzył na drzwi, przez które wpadał ten błędny i drażniący powiew. Zaczął cytować coś z jakiejś dawno czytanej książki:
“Spokoju coraz mniej! Spokoju coraz mniej!”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“Usava uma camisola larga demais, de crepe cor-de-cereja, que surgia negra contra o lençol. Os cabelos soltos, agora penteados, pareciam negros. O rosto, pescoço e braços, sobre as cobertas, eram cinzentos. Depois que os outros saíram ela ficou durante algum tempo com a cabeça escondida sob o lençol. Assim continuou até ouvir fechar-se a porta, até se apagar o som dos passos que desciam a escada, da voz do médico que se exprimia com volubilidade, da respiração ofegante de Miss Reba. Sons que adquiriram, no sombrio saguão, a cor do luar, e desapareceram. Depois Temple pulou da cama e foi até a porta, fazendo correr o trinco. Voltou ao leito e cobriu-se, inclusive a cabeça, ali ficando encolhida até faltar-lhe o ar.
Derradeiros reflexos cor-de-açafrão tingiam o teto e a parte das paredes onde viam-se as sombras de paliçada da avenida, que a oeste se erguia contra o céu. Ela viu-os desaparecer, consumidos pelos sucessivos bocejos da cortina. Viu também a última luz condensar-se na parte fronteira do relógio e o mostrador passar, no escuro, de orifício redondo a disco suspenso no nada, no primitivo caos, e mudar depois para bola de cristal que continha, na sua tranquila e misteriosa profundidade, o caos ordenado do mundo complicado e sombrio sobre cujos flancos, marcados de cicatrizes, as velhas feridas rolam vertiginosamente para a frente, mergulhando na escuridão onde se escondem novos desastres.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“His face had a queer, bloodless color, as though seen by electric light; against the sunny silence, in his slanted straw hat and his slightly akimbo arms, he had that vicious depthless quality of stamped tin.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“The pieces which moved them were ballads simple in melody and theme, of bereavement and retribution and repentance metallically sung, blurred, emphasized by static or needle-disembodied voices blaring from imitation wood cabinets or pebble-grain horn-mouths above the rapt faces, the gnarled slow hands long shaped to the imperious earth, lugubrious, harsh, sad.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“Forget it. I’ve been paid. You wont understand it, but my soul has served an apprenticeship that has lasted for forty-three years. Forty-three years. Half again as long as you have lived. So you see that folly, as well as poverty, cares for its own.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“You bite me, you thon bitch,” he said.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“place of his own, where he can git off to himself without it being nobody’s business what he does. ’Course a man owes something to his wife, but what they dont know caint hurt them, does it? Long’s he does that, I caint see where she’s got ere kick coming. Aint that what you say?”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“I’ll declare, a male parent is a funny thing, but just let a man have a hand in the affairs of a female that’s no kin to him..……What is it that makes a man think that the female flesh he marries or begets might misbehave, but all he didn’t marry or get is bound to?”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“How do you know? they said, and she said because the Snake was there before Adam, because he was the first one thrown out of heaven; he was there all the time. But that wasn’t what”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“She said the Snake had been seeing Eve for several days and never noticed her until Adam made her put on a fig leaf.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“The worst one of all said boys thought all girls were ugly except when they were dressed.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“You wont ever catch up with injustice, Horace,” Miss Jenny said.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“But to walk out just like a nigger,” Narcissa said. “And to mix yourself up with moonshiners and street-walkers.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“It was Friday, and all of a sudden I knew that I could not go to the station and get that box of shrimp and—”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“Put a beetle in alcohol, and you have a scarab; put a Mississippian in alcohol, and you have a gentleman-”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“Ya ve cómo la insensatez, al igual que la pobreza, se preocupa de los suyos.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“¿Pero no comprende que quizá un hombre pueda hacer algo únicamente porque sabe que está bien, porque la armonía de las cosas exige que se haga?".”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“Quizá muramos en ese instante en que nos damos cuenta, en que admitimos, que el mal tiene una estructura lógica".”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary

“Quizá muramos en ese instante en que nos damos cuenta, en que admitimos, que el mal tiene una estructura lógica.”
― William Faulkner, Sanctuary