C. S. Forester quotes:

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.

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.

Novel writing wrecks homes.

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.

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.

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.

The lucky man is he who knows how much to leave to chance.

Perhaps that suspicion of fraud enhances the flavor.

I must be like the princess who felt the pea through seven mattresses; each book is a pea.

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.

There is no other way of writing a novel than to begin at the beginning at to continue to the end.

Clairvoyant, Hornblower could foresee that in a year's time, the world would hardy remember the incident. In twenty years, it would be entirely forgotten. Yet those headless corpses up there in Muzillac; those shattered redcoats; those Frenchmen caught in the four-pounder's blast of canister -- they were as dead as if it had been a day in which history had been changed.

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.

Novel writing is far and away the most exhausting work I know.

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.

When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.

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...

I thank God daily for the good fortune of my birth, for I am certain I would have made a miserable peasant.

There is still need to think and plan, but on a different scale, and along different lines.

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.

A man who writes for a living does not have to go anywhere in particular, and he could rarely afford to if he wanted.

I'd rather be in trouble for having done something than for not having done anything.

The fools ran after me and I ran after the whores, foolish though I realized such a proceeding to be.