What I had to face, the very bitter lesson that everyone who wants to write has got to learn, was that a thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever done, and yet have absolutely no place in the manuscript one hopes to publish.

Thomas Wolfe
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William Faulkner is a famous writer, but he struggled to find a publisher for his writing. In this quote, he bemoans that the only reason a thing may have no place in the manuscript is if it is not good enough. It can be a masterpiece of literature, but it does not make it publishable.

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