Thursday, June 25, 2009

“I ain’t that particular. Between Scotch and nothing, I’ll take Scotch.”

"The writer’s only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies."

I post here the above, my favorite statement by the greatest of all American writers, William Faulkner. And here’s the legendary interview from which the above was snatched:

It’s a good reinforcement of what I’m always saying about shutting the fuck up and getting to work.