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"There is a difference between twenty-nine and thirty. When you are twenty-nine it can be the beginning of everything. When you are thirty it can be the end of everything."

"Obsolescence never meant the end of anything, it's just the beginning."

"To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness."

"The difficult problems in life always start off being simple. Great affairs always start off being small."

"The first stage of any development is infancy."

"A rose started off a bud, a bird started off an egg, and a forest started off a seed."
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"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."

"I formed a resolution to never write a word I did not want to write; to think only of my own tastes and ideals, without a thought of those of editors or publishers."

"A whim, a passing mood, readily induces the novelist to move hearth and home elsewhere. He can always plead work as an excuse to get him out of the clutches of bothersome hosts."

"Everything was in stark and dreadful contrast with the trivial crises and counterfeit emotions of Hollywood, and I returned to England deeply moved and emotionally worn out."

"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."

"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."

"When I die there may be a paragraph or two in the newspapers. My name will linger in the British Museum Reading Room catalogue for a space at the head of a long list of books for which no one will ever ask."

"A man who writes for a living does not have to go anywhere in particular, and he could rarely afford to if he wanted."

"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."
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