Books about suicide make lousy gifts.
The American male doesn't mature until he has exhausted all other possibilities.
Even the God of Calvin never judged anyone as harshly as married couples judge each other.
Suicide is about life, being in fact the sincerest form of criticism life gets.
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.
I rail against writers who talk about the loneliness of it all — what do they want, a crowd looking over their typewriters? Or those who talk about having to stare at a blank page — do they want someone to write on it?