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. — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
Everything was in stark and dreadful contrast with the trivial crises and counterfeit emotions of Hollywood, and I returned to England deeply moved and… — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
The fools ran after me and I ran after the whores, foolish though I realized such a proceeding to be. — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
A whim, a passing mood, readily induces the novelist to move hearth and home elsewhere. He can always plead work as an excuse to… — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
A man who writes for a living does not have to go anywhere in particular, and he could rarely afford to if he wanted. — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
I formed a resolution to never write a word I did not want to write; to think only of my own tastes and ideals,… — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
They managed to find time... to tell me that there was no chance of my being accepted for service and that really I should… — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
With two people and luggage on board she draws four inches of water. Two canoe paddles will move her along at a speed reasonable… — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
When I die there may be a paragraph or two in the newspapers. My name will linger in the British Museum Reading Room catalogue… — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
There is still need to think and plan, but on a different scale, and along different lines. — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
The doctor who applied a stethoscope to my heart was not satisfied. I was told to get my papers with the clerk in the… — C. S. Forester Copy Share Image
