thepastisdead

I would think how words go straight up in a thin line, quick and harmless, and how terribly doing goes along the earth, clinging to it, so that after a while the two lines are too far apart for the same person to straddle from one to the other; and that sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.
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William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

An unpublished story and several letters by Faulkner were found this week and are to be auctioned: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/03/28/books/william-faulkner-writings-go-to-auction.html?_r=1&