The New England spirit does not seek solutions in a crowd; raw light and solitariness are less dreaded than welcomed as enhancers… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Why does one never hear of government funding for the preservation and encouragement of comic strips, girlie magazines and TV soap operas?… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I know how to choke. Given even a splinter-thin opportunity to let my side down and destroy my own score, I will… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Why does life feel, to us as we experience it, so desperately urgent and so utterly pointless at the same time? — John Updike Copy Share Image
Writers take words seriously-perhaps the last professional class that does-and they struggle to steer their own through the crosswinds of meddling editors… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience. — John Updike Copy Share Image
An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Seemed to me important in writing about people to be able to describe the sexual transactions between them. It's - for many… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The difficulty is, all swing thoughts decay, like radium. What burnt up the course on Wednesday has turned to lead on Sunday.… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Looking foolish does the spirit good. The need not to look foolish is one of youth's many burdens; as we get older… — John Updike Copy Share Image
New York is of course many cities, and an exile does not return to the one he left. — John Updike Copy Share Image
The artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and he does it without destroying something else. — 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
