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. ↗

— C. S. Forester

#arm #bubbling #came #day #down

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

#bed #breakfast #dress #eat #i

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

— C. S. Forester

#beginning #continue #end #novel #other

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

— C. S. Forester

#different #lines #need #plan #scale

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. ↗

— C. S. Forester

#alive #being #chance #find #i

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. ↗

— C. S. Forester

#board #canoe #currents #draws #enough