A photograph presents itself not only as a visual representation, but as evidence, more convincing than a painting because of the unimpeachable… — John Updike Copy Share Image
You cannot but learn more of the world's heft, as you take it now into your hands. — John Updike Copy Share Image
"Hit it with the back of your left hand" was the first swing thought I ever heard, brusquely bu not unlovingly put… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I did feel as though a number of critics had appointed themselves, when they sat down with a new book of mine,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
You cannot help but learn more as take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is and old… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Smaller than a breadbox, bigger than a TV remote, the average book fits into the human hand with a seductive nestling, a… — 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
