Requiem for a Nun Quotes

“The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“The past is never dead. It’s not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“The destiny of the land, the nation, the South, the State, the County, was already whirling into the plunge of its precipice, not that the State and the South knew it, because the first seconds of fall always seem like soar.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“Government was founded on the working premiss of being primarily an asylum for ineptitude and indigence.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“If you backed your behind into a buzz-saw, could you tell which tooth hit you first?”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“you backed your behind into a buzz-saw, could you tell which tooth hit you first?”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“Look like I just cant quit thinking. Look like I just cant quit.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“Why not? Dont the philosophers and other gynecologists tell us that women will strike back with any weapon, even their children?”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“even Negroes passing in beneath the balconies and into the chancery clerk’s office to cast ballots too, voting for the same white-skinned rascals and demagogues and white supremacy champions that the white ones did,—durable: every few years the county fathers, dreaming of bakhshish, would instigate a movement to tear it down and erect a new modern one, but someone would at the last moment defeat them; they will try it again of course and be defeated perhaps once again or even maybe twice again, but no more than that.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“Only yesterday was a wilderness ordinary”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

“People. They're really innately, inherently gentle and compassionate and kind. That's what wrings, wrenches...something. Your entrails, maybe. The member of the mob who holds up the whole ceremony for seconds or even minutes while he dislodges a family of bugs or lizards from the log he is about to put on the fire.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun