Novel writing wrecks homes.

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

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

Novel writing wrecks homes.

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