Drink: Mint Julep. Like any Southern Gothic writer worth his salt, Faulkner was up to his ears in mint juleps. He’s also one of those authors who thought he wrote better with a little whiskey in him, and kept a bottle by his desk at all times.
Motto: “There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn’t fool with booze until he’s fifty; then he’s a damn fool if he doesn’t.”