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. — 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
