C. S. Forester Quotes
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The doctor who applied a stethoscope to my heart was not satisfied. I was told to get my papers with the clerk in the outer hall. I was medically rejected.
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When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.
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I must be like the princess who felt the pea through seven mattresses; each book is a pea.
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I have heard of novels started in the middle, at the end, written in patches to be joined together later, but I have never felt the slightest desire to do this.
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Everything was in stark and dreadful contrast with the trivial crises and counterfeit emotions of Hollywood, and I returned to England deeply moved and emotionally worn out.
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Novel writing wrecks homes.
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Novel writing is far and away the most exhausting work I know.
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The material came bubbling up inside like a geyser or an oil gusher. It streamed up of its own accord, down my arm and out of my fountain pen in a torrent of six thousand words a day.
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A man who writes for a living does not have to go anywhere in particular, and he could rarely afford to if he wanted.
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A whim, a passing mood, readily induces the novelist to move hearth and home elsewhere. He can always plead work as an excuse to get him out of the clutches of bothersome hosts.
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Perhaps that suspicion of fraud enhances the flavor.
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There is no other way of writing a novel than to begin at the beginning at to continue to the end.
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With two people and luggage on board she draws four inches of water. Two canoe paddles will move her along at a speed reasonable enough in moderate currents.
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There is still need to think and plan, but on a different scale, and along different lines.
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The work is with me when I wake up in the morning; it is with me while I eat my breakfast in bed and run through the newspaper, while I shave and bathe and dress.
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They managed to find time... to tell me that there was no chance of my being accepted for service and that really I should be surprised to still be alive.
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The lucky man is he who knows how much to leave to chance.
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I formed a resolution to never write a word I did not want to write; to think only of my own tastes and ideals, without a thought of those of editors or publishers.
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When I die there may be a paragraph or two in the newspapers. My name will linger in the British Museum Reading Room catalogue for a space at the head of a long list of books for which no one will ever ask.
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The fools ran after me and I ran after the whores, foolish though I realized such a proceeding to be.
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'I did not ask for objections, but for comments, or helpful suggestions. I looked for more loyalty from you, Captain Hornblower.' That made the whole argument pointless. If Leighton only wanted servile agreement there was no sense in continuing.
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I thank God daily for the good fortune of my birth, for I am certain I would have made a miserable peasant.