Novel Writing Wrecks Homes.

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.

I'd Rather Be In Trouble For Having Done Something Than For Not Having Done Anything.

Novel Writing Is Far And Away The Most Exhausting Work I Know.

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.

The Lucky Man Is He Who Knows How Much To Leave To Chance.