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“Remember the good hours when the words are flowing well. And never mind the bad hours; there is no life without them.”

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Herman Wouk
Herman Wouk

Herman Wouk, an American author born on May 27, 1915, is renowned for his historical novels and war-themed works. His notable works include 'The Caine Mutiny' and 'The Winds of War', among others. more

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