Author of quotes: William Faulkner. Page 2

Wealth is nothing before God, because He sees the heart.

I love good detective stories, like "the Brothers Karamazov".

As long as people will read the novels, they will write, or Vice versa, unless, of course, magazines and comics finally do not kill the human ability to read, and apparently, our literature is moving backward, to the primitive writing in the Neanderthal cave.

The artist has no time to listen to critics. Criticism interesting to someone who is just going to be a writer, and the man who writes does not have time to read criticism.

No one except me, did not know what and how I write. I myself always knew well and precisely I wrote or not. Nobody else could say. If I thought that was good, I didn't care what anybody might think.

The books I read, I read for many years. The old Testament, Dickens, Flaubert, Balzac, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Shakespeare. It's old friends.

Out of all your misery and your despair will come a group of Japanese writers, which speak peace, for they will write not about the truth of Japan and of universal truth.

Art is the most powerful and enduring force ever created, invented by man, in order to capture the story of his unwavering strength and courage in the face of adversity and to prove the validity of their hope.

People - establishing a sound and nothing - nothing in the world: no war, no sorrow, no hopelessness, no despair can't hold as much as it can hold people; and people will always be above your pain, it is worth it just to make an effort to make an effort and believe in man, his hope, and not to seek any support and stand on its own two feet, believe in your own strength and endurance.

The mechanism of social democracy in the apparent disorder: creaks and rattles. But until we find anything better, come down and democracy, as the person stronger and fitter than all his mistakes and misconceptions.

The artist has no time to listen to critics. One who aspires to be a writer, reading reviews, and the one who strives to create books, read book reviews no time.

Tree trunks and thick needles were strings of a harp, which was hit the day; and at the top, one after another floated a bizarre, incorrect shadows of the dying day; when they crossed the ridge of hills and descended into the shadows, a blue bowl at night in the quiet well of the night, barred gate of sunset was shut behind them.

Again, what can we learn from parenting: for the mouth can be put to better use than all sorts of ascerbically spitting.

But women, as I said, a special article; they are, perhaps, no not in curiosity, for them it is just one of the usual, endless, monotonous series of men's follies and follies.