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 Image
I think you remember certain phrases from bad reviews. You don't remember all the bad reviews. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Prose should have a flow, the forward momentum of a certain energized weight; it should feel like a voice tumbling in your… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Truth should not be forced; it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided… — John Updike Copy Share Image
...as all souls are equal before their Maker, a two inch putt counts the same as a 250 yard drive. There is… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Whatever art offered the men and women of previous eras, what it offers our own, it seems to me, is space -… — John Updike Copy Share Image
An American in London...cannot but be impressed and charmed by the city. The momumentality of Washington, the thriving business of New York,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
There is a great deal of busywork to a writer's life, as to a professor's life, a great deal of work that… — John Updike Copy Share Image
We don't really want to think that the artist is only very skilled, that he has merely devoted his life to perfecting… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Life is a roller coaster, you have your ups and downs unless you fall off. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway. — John Updike Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
