The town is as full as ever of 'characters,' all created by each other.

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.

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 only reason I didn't kill myself after I read the reviews of my first book was because we have two rivers in New York and I couldn't decide which one to jumo into.

Every writer is a writer of the generation before.

Books about suicide make lousy gifts.