“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.Quote by C S ForesterTopics: Quotes about C S ForesterShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
A whim, a passing mood, readily induces the novelist to move hearth and home elsewhere....#C S Forester
Everything was in stark and dreadful contrast with the trivial crises and counterfeit emotions of...#C S Forester
