Sometimes it seems the whole purpose of pets is to bring death into the house. — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Death is easily fooled. If the churches don't work, a filter will do.” — John Updike Copy Share Image
“The universe is a pointless, self running machine, and we are insignificant by-products, whom death will tuck back into oblivion, with or… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of… — John Updike Copy Share Image
People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people any… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“We all dream, and we all stand aghast at the mouth of the caves of our deaths; and this is our way… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“One world: everybody fucks everybody. When he thinks of all the fucking there's been in the world and all the fucking there's… — John Updike Copy Share Image
My last vivid boyhood fright from books came when I was 15; I was visiting my uncle and aunt in Greenwich, and,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Standing amid the tan, excited post-Christmas crowd at the Southwest Florida Regional Airport, Rabbit Angstrom has a funny sudden feeling that what… — John Updike Copy Share Image
My father provided; he gathered things to himself and let them fall upon the world; my clothes, my food, my luxurious hopes… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Not only are selves conditional but they die. Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead.… — John Updike Copy Share Image
We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Nothing seems to matter quite as much. I no longer think about death in the concentrated way I once did. I don't… — John Updike Copy Share Image
To be human is to be in the tense condition of a death-foreseeing, consciously libidinous animal. No other earthly creature suffers such… — John Updike Copy Share Image
We are living in a world in which we don't give the young enough reason to live. The temper and the lyrics… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Narrative and metaphysics alike become flimsy and frivolous if they venture too far from the home base of all humanism - the… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Is it not the singularity of life that terrifies us? Is not the decisive difference between comedy and tragedy that tragedy denies… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Children are not a zoo of entertainingly exotic creatures, but an array of mirrors in which the human predicament leaps out at us. — John Updike Copy Share
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl… — John Updike Copy Share
The New England spirit does not seek solutions in a crowd; raw light and solitariness are less dreaded than welcomed as enhancers of our… — John Updike Copy Share
Families, doing everything for each other out of imagined obligation and always getting in each other's way, what a tangle. — John Updike Copy Share
“The mind cannot fall asleep as long as it watches itself. Only when the mind moves unwatched and becomes absorbed in images that tug… — John Updike Copy Share
In fiction, imaginary people become realer to us than any named celebrity glimpsed in a series of rumored events, whose causes and subtler ramifications… — John Updike Copy Share
“Her hair had been going gray as long as he could remember; she bundled it behind in a bun held with hairpins that he… — John Updike Copy Share
I can't bear to finish things, beyond a certain point they get heavy. There's something so dead about a finished painting. — John Updike Copy Share
“Some people find fall depressing, others hate spring. I've always been a spring person myself. All that growth, you can feel Nature groaning, the… — John Updike Copy Share
