The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion.
His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars.
He writes not of the heart but of the glands.
He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed - love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice.
- William Faulkner
(surprisingly enough I read all of this for a school assignment and had to be one of the most intriguing things to read! I took just a few of my favorite parts to share with you all. The way he said things and the things he said really got to me and all of it is more than true! I suggest that you read it :)