I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then — W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
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I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then it lies about unread till the reader has nothing else in the world to do.

— W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge
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