Children are not a zoo of entertainingly exotic creatures, but an array of mirrors in which the human predicament leaps out at… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Of plants tomatoes seemed the most human, eager and fragile and prone to rot. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Narrative and metaphysics alike become flimsy and frivolous if they venture too far from the home base of all humanism - the… — John Updike Copy Share Image
To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social… — John Updike Copy Share Image
To be human is to be in the tense condition of a death-foreseeing, consciously libidinous animal. No other earthly creature suffers such… — 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
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
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
Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children… — 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
