Novel Writing Wrecks Homes.

I Must Be Like The Princess Who Felt The Pea Through Seven Mattresses; Each Book Is A Pea.

Novel Writing Wrecks Homes.

I Have Heard Of Novels Started In The Middle, At The End, Written In Patches To Be Joined Together Later, But I Have Never Felt The Slightest Desire To Do This.

When A Man Who Is Drinking Neat Gin Starts Talking About His Mother He Is Past All Argument.

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