He stepped from the dark porch, into the moonlight, and with his bloody head and his empty stomach hot, savage, and courageous with whiskey, he entered the street which was to run for fifteen years. The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. ~ Narrative regarding Joe Christmas
A minor character’s description of a secondary character that I found amusing:Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.…it is a happy faculty of the mind to slough that which conscience refuses to assimilate.Two of them are also motionless, the woman with that stonevisaged patience of a waiting rock, the old man with a spent quality like the charred wick of a candle from which the flame has been violently blown away.
Then I saw that he was the kind of fellow you wouldn’t see the first glance if he was alone by himself in the bottom of a empty concrete swimming pool.
And this quotation, notable only because it contains a phrase that Faulkner used as the title for a previous novel:
At last the noise and the alarm, the sound and the fury of the hunt, dies away, dies out of his hearing.