A Rose for Emily quotes

When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house

Alive, Miss Emily had been a tradition, a duty, and a care; a sort of hereditary obligation upon the town

See Colonel Sartoris. I have no taxes in Jefferson.

Thus she passed from generation to generation — dear, inescapable, impervious, tranquil, and perverse.

The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him.

One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-gray hair.