Favorite Lines So Far:

But he had been guide mentor and friend to unnumbered crops of innocent and lonely freshmen, and I suppose with all his petty chicanery and hypocrisy he stank no higher in heaven's nostrils than any other (Sound and the Fury p. 98).

And some details of Faulkner's bio:

Faulkner held a job as a postmaster in Oxford MS before he left the job. Clearly, he was not cut out for such work:

Here was a man so little attracted to mail that he never read his own being solemnly appointed, as one might say, the custodian of that belonging to others. It was amazing that ... any mail ever got delivered. Students often complained about the "slowpoke postmaster" who had difficulty finding their letters. Sometimes a whole ham would spoil in a box, undelivered to a student, stinking up the lounge (Parini, p. 63).

Later he did become quite serious about writing. In 1925, he took a trip to Europe.

He traveled to a village in teh Alps called Stresa, which he found "full of American tourists" and so packed his typewriter and bags and "lit out for the mountains." It seems worth noting that he would lug a typewriter on this journey, much of it on foot. This was before the days of light portables, so Faulkner's commitment to keep his writing career going apace seems rather startling. He was also carrying with him five hundred pages of blank typing paper (Parini, p. 86).