Your Morning Faulkner

For Wednesday, February 25th, 2026

Week 159 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional

Today William Faulkner

“He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear....One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.” — As I Lay Dying

“Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.”― The Sound and the Fury