There is no other way of writing a novel than to begin at the beginning at to continue to the end.
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.
Novel writing wrecks homes.
The lucky man is he who knows how much to leave to chance.
Novel writing is far and away the most exhausting work I know.
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.