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783 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1962
"Have you ever known a famous man before he became famous? It may be an irritating thing to remember, because chances are he seemed like anybody else to you."
"The critics are going to compare me to Thomas Wolfe, I suppose, because I'm from the South and I write long books. Please don't think I'm crazy, but I think I can do better than Wolfe did. See, I can't touch his poetry, but I tell stories. All he did was write his memoirs."
"No man can know what it is like to be a woman taking her firstborn into her arms for the first time; but a writer who holds a freshly printed copy of his first book must have a fair idea of what the woman feels. It lies rectangular and spotless in his hands, with his name on the jacket. It is his pass to the company of the great. Fielding, Stendahl, Melville, Tolstoy wrote books. Now he has written one. It does not matter that the dust lies brown and thick on millions of books in libraries everywhere, it does not matter that most new books fall dead, it does not matter that of the thousands of books published each year only a half dozen will survive the season. All that may be. Meantime he has written a book! The exaltation does not last. It cannot. It is too sharp. It is gone before he has drawn twenty breaths. But in those twenty breaths he has smelled the sweetest of all savors, the savor of total fulfillment. After that, no matter what success he may achieve, he is just another writer, with a writer's trials and pleasures. That joy never comes again in all of its first purity."
"Hawke's old pen had come to a stop. Caked with dry ink, coated with plaster dust, it rested in its stand on the desk in the library, the one nearly finished room in the silent wreck of a house. Not war, not illness, not poverty, not love-making, not celebrity, had succeeded in stopping the onward rush of that worn cheap pen. It had poured out more than a million words in half a dozen years. The stream of words had turned into a stream of money. And money had stopped the pen."