The fact that we still live well cannot ease the feeling that we no longer live nobly. — John Updike Copy Share Image
It is not enough for a story to flow. It has to kind of trickle and glint as it crosses over the… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Customs and convictions change; respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Hope bases vast premises upon foolish accidents and reads a word where, in fact, only a scribble exists. — John Updike Copy Share Image
I'm somewhat shy about the brutal facts of being a carnivore. I don't like meat to look like animals. I prefer it… — John Updike Copy Share Image
How circumstantial reality is! Facts are like individual letters, with their spikes and loops and thorns, that make up words: eventually they… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Hope bases vast premises on foolish accidents, and reads a word where in fact only a scribble exists. — John Updike Copy Share Image
You write because you don't talk very well, and maybe one of the reasons that I was determined to write was that… — John Updike Copy Share Image
In fact we do not try to picture the afterlife, nor is it our selves in our nervous tics and optical flecks… — 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
