It is possible that the malice of writers has been overrated (by myself among others). Reading their ruminations on their craft, one sees why this writer could not possibly like that one, would indeed consider him a menace. Literature is… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
For now, I'm supposing that all movements are equal, which they're not, except in this respect: that none of them gives a damn about… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
I myself have not met a self-confessed liberal since the late fifties (and even then it was a tacky thing to admit, like coming… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
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… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
I picked up the writing on the very day he died. It was the only consolation I could find. — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
It is possible that the malice of writers has been overrated (by myself among others). Reading their ruminations on their craft, one sees why… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
As things now stand, the office is a slightly meaner battleground than the home. Male bosses seem to dominate their women underlings as they… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
Mankind has always made too much of its saints and heroes, and how the latter handle the fuss might be called their final test. — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
The actual Irish weather report is really a recording made in 1922, which no one has had occasion to change. "Scattered showers, periods of sunshine." — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
The town is as full as ever of 'characters,' all created by each other. — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
You noodle around with tempo and sound until you get the perfect fit for that particular song, and then, so long as you can… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
Mr Michener, as timeless as a stack of National Geographics, is the ultimate Summer Writer. Just as one goes back to the cottage in… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
Of course, history is only a muddle of facts and a fuddle of professors, and anyone who thinks it is one clear voice saying… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
How does one make a movie about decadence these days? Now that we're allowed to do it, it's too late. — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
