Quote by Wilbur Smith
The first novel I wrote was a monster - clocking in at 180,000 wor

The first novel I wrote was a monster – clocking in at 180,000 words – but it died a death, a death it deserved. It was called The Gods First Make Mad. It was a good title, but it was the only good thing about the book. I didnt let that put me off. – Wilbur Smith

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I think money is essential to happiness and right now I wouldnt want to be anyone other than Wilbur Smith – Ive had a fantastic life, rewarded far more heavily than I deserve. Maybe Id like to be J. K. Rowling, but Ill settle for second best. – Wilbur Smith

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Happiness
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I hate politics. I like to write about it, but to get involved in it, to try and make a lot of ignorant people do what you want them to do, waste of time. Go and write a book. Its more important and itll last longer. – Wilbur Smith

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The history of the world is the record of the weakness, frailty and death of public opinion. – Samuel Butler

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For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied. – Susan Sontag

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I dont want to hear about my death. – Oriana Fallaci

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Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death. – Angela Carter

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The hardest work in the world is being out of work. – Whitney Young, Jr.

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The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it. – Christian Nevell Bovee

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And they like being able to turn on the television day in and day out to see someone that they know and they feel comfortable with and trust hopefully and respect even. – Katie Couric

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Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on his anvil into what frame he pleases. – Anne Dudley Bradstreet

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