The town is as full as ever of 'characters,' all created by each other.
Every writer is a writer of the generation before.
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.
If the French were really intelligent, they'd speak English.
Even the God of Calvin never judged anyone as harshly as married couples judge each other.
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.