Success is a finished book, a stack of pages each of which is filled with words. If you reach that point, you have won a victory over yourself no less impressive than sailing single-handed around the world.
Tom ClancyAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: american
- Born: April 12, 1947
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