William Faulkner

I cannot love my mother because I have no mother. Jewel's mother is a horse.

I am the chosen of the Lord, for who He loveth, so doeth He chastiseth. But I be durn if He dont take some curious ways to show it, seems like.

Kneeling there I prayed for her. I prayed for that poor blind woman as I had never prayed for me and mine.

"But your living kin," he said. "They'll be different."

"Will they?"_ I said. '1 dont know. I never had any other kind.

Then you all could have stuck his head into the saw and cured a whole family

I would have done the same as the brother; the father would have done the same. She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits

But so often the practiced and chronic liar deceives only himself; it is the man who all his life has been selfconvicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence

And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as a honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.”

Pleasure, ecstasy, they cannot seem to bear: their escape from it is in violence, in drinking and fighting and praying; catastrophe too, the violence identical and apparently inescapable And so why should not their religion drive them to crucifixion of themselves and one another

Between them and the sound of it the sun was almost gone.