For Catholics before Vatican II, the land of the free was pre-eminently the land of Sister Says-except, of course, for Sister, for whom it was the land of Father Says.
I picked up the writing on the very day he died. It was the only consolation I could find.
Mr Michener, as timeless as a stack of National Geographics, is the ultimate Summer Writer. Just as one goes back to the cottage in Maine, so one goes back to one's Michener.
The American male doesn't mature until he has exhausted all other possibilities.
as he was with all women he knew 'personally' . . . or respected even a little bit.
Every writer is a writer of the generation before.
One reason the human race has such a low opinion of itself is that it gets so much of its wisdom from writers.
People talk about talent as though it were some neutral substance that can be applied to anything. But talent is narrow and only functions with a very few subjects, which it is up to the writer to find.
Censors will try to censor a little bit more each year (because, like editors and other officious people, censors don't feel they are getting anywhere unless they are up and doing).
The worse we treat people in this country, the more delicately we talk about them.
Beware the fictionist writing his own life. Even candor becomes a strategy.
That is the best story he could find in his life, never mind if it's the truest: an artist's duty is always to tell the best story.
Unnecessary customs live a brutally short life in America.
Of course, history is only a muddle of facts and a fuddle of professors, and anyone who thinks it is one clear voice saying Arise, sir Knight deserves a life sentence in Camelot.
He was truly after an art in which the creator could be as intelligent as he liked, but in which intelligence must be transmuted entirely into form, so that no lumps of thinking are left showing.