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C. S. Forester
English
Novelist
About the author
There is no other way of writing a novel than to begin at the beginning at to continue to the end.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#End
#Writing
#Beginning
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Hollywood
#Emotions
#England
#Contrast
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#People
#Will
#Water
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Will
#May
#Books
#Reading
#Name
#Space
#Newspapers
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Time
#Chance
#Being
#Service
The fools ran after me and I ran after the whores, foolish though I realized such a proceeding to be.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Fools
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Want
#Thought
#Editors
#Word
#Resolution
#Ideals
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#End
#Desire
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Heart
There is still need to think and plan, but on a different scale, and along different lines.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Work
#Dress
#Bed
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Words
#Day
#Pen
#Oil
A man who writes for a living does not have to go anywhere in particular, and he could rarely afford to if he wanted.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Man
#Living
I must be like the princess who felt the pea through seven mattresses; each book is a pea.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
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.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Work
#Home
#Whim
Novel writing is far and away the most exhausting work I know.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Work
#Writing
Novel writing wrecks homes.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Writing
Perhaps that suspicion of fraud enhances the flavor.
C. S. Forester,
English
Novelist
#Fraud
#Suspicion