A seventeenth-century house can be recognized by its steep roof, massive central chimney and utter porchlessness. Some of those houses have a… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The firmest house in my fiction, probably, is the little thick-walled sandstone farmhouse of 'The Centaur' and 'Of the Farm'; I had… — John Updike Copy Share Image
When I was born, my parents and my mother's parents planted a dogwood tree in the side yard of the large white… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Sometimes it seems the whole purpose of pets is to bring death into the house. — John Updike Copy Share Image
A seventeenth-century house tends to be short on frills like hallways and closets; you must improvise. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Most Americans haven't had my happy experience of living for thirteen years in a seventeenth-century house, since most of America lacks seventeenth-century… — John Updike Copy Share Image
A house, having been willfully purchased and furnished, tells us more than a body, and its description is a foremost resource of… — 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
