Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it. — John Updike Copy Share Image
I still believe in the American Dream. I see it in terms of freedom, and a government that trusts its people to… — John Updike Copy Share Image
There was a beauty here bigger than the hurtling beauty of basketball, a beauty refined from country pastures, a game of solitariness,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I complain a lot. That's one way of coping. But I'm in a profession where nobody tells you to quit. No board… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Laws aren't ghosts in this country, they walk around with the smell of earth on them.” — John Updike Copy Share Image
In a country this large and a language even larger ... there ought to be a living for somebody who cares and… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The United States, democratic and various though it is, is not an easy country for a fiction-writer to enter: the slot between… — 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
