Life is a roller coaster, you have your ups and downs unless you fall off. — John Updike Copy Share Image
The creative writer uses his life as well as being its victim; he can control, in his work, the self-presentation that in… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Is it not the singularity of life that terrifies us? Is not the decisive difference between comedy and tragedy that tragedy denies… — John Updike Copy Share Image
We are living in a world in which we don't give the young enough reason to live. The temper and the lyrics… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Life is a nacho. It can be yummy-crunchy or squishy-yucky. It just depends on how long it takes for you to start… — 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
We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“To become less and transmit more, to replenish energy with wisdom - some such hope, at this more than midpoint in my… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I was an only child. I needed an alternative to family life - to real life, you could almost say - and… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Basically it's true that my own life has been my chief window for life in America, beginning with my childhood and the… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. — John Updike Copy Share Image
“The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Living is a compromise, between doing what you want and doing what other people want. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Life, too much of it, and not enough. The fear that it will end some day, and the fear that tomorrow will… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. — 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
“Driving is boring," Rabbit pontificates, "but it's what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Religion enables us to ignore nothingness and get on with the jobs of life. — John Updike Copy Share Image
I write about, more or less, everything I can think of, that is I stretch my imagination as far as it'll go.… — John Updike Copy Share Image
All love is betrayal, in that it flatters life. The loveless man is best armed. — John Updike Copy Share Image
We all begin life as parasites within the mother, and writers begin their existence imitatively, within the body of letters. — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.” — 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
