C. S. Forester Quotes

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

By: C. S. Forester

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... view

By: C. S. Forester

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... view

By: C. S. Forester

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... view

By: C. S. Forester

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... view

By: C. S. Forester

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

By: C. S. Forester

I formed a resolution to never write a word I did not want to write.. view

By: C. S. Forester

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... view

By: C. S. Forester

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... view

By: C. S. Forester

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

By: C. S. Forester

The work is with me when I wake up in the morning.. view

By: C. S. Forester

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... view

By: C. S. Forester

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

By: C. S. Forester

I must be like the princess who felt the pea through seven mattresses.. view

By: C. S. Forester

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... view

By: C. S. Forester

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

By: C. S. Forester

Novel writing wrecks homes... view

By: C. S. Forester

Perhaps that suspicion of fraud enhances the flavor... view

By: C. S. Forester