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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.

Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.

William Faulkner
Hate, Taught, Hate Me
William Faulkner (1985). “Light in August”, Vintage

If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.

William Faulkner
Hate, Envy, Bird
1956 Interview in Paris Review, Spring.

Just when do men that have different blood in them stop hating one another?

William Faulkner
Hate, Men, Blood
William Faulkner (1985). “Novels, 1930-1935”, Library of America

The poets are wrong of course […] But then poets are almost always wrong about facts. That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth: which is why the truth they speak is so true that even those who hate poets by simple and natural instinct are exalted and terrified by it.

William Faulkner
Hate, Simple, Natural Instinct
William Faulkner (2011). “Snopes: The Hamlet, The Town, The Mansion”, p.420, Modern Library

I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

William Faulkner
Hate, Dark, Air
William Faulkner (1951). “Absalom, Absalom!”

I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as when he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping. And like he would be kind of proud of whatever come up to make the moving or the setting still look hard. He set there on the wagon hunched up, blinking, listening to us tell about how quick the bridge went and how high the water was, and I be durn if he didn't act like he was proud of it, like he had made the river rise himself.

William Faulkner
Hate, Moving, Men
William Faulkner (1946). “The Sound and the Fury: And As I Lay Dying”, New York : The Modern library

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