Try to develop actual work habits, and even though you have a busy life, try to reserve an hour, say - or… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Not only are selves conditional but they die. Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead.… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Life is a video game. No matter how good you get, you are always zapped in the end. — John Updike Copy Share Image
So, you know, I think any life has in it enough material, enough points of departure, to fuel a writer's career and… — John Updike Copy Share Image
My attempt has been really to, beyond making a record of contemporary life, which is what you inevitably do, is trying to… — John Updike Copy Share Image
My generation was maybe the last in which you could set up shop as a writer and hope to make a living… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“The faith in an afterlife, however much our reason ridicules it, very modestly extends our faith that each moment of our consciousness… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The world ... is full of people who never knew what hit 'em, their lives are over before they wake up. — John Updike Copy Share Image
I don't know; I think I'd be gloomy without some faith that there is a purpose and there is a kind of… — John Updike Copy Share Image
From the standpoint of a Middle Eastern citizen, Americans look like a bully forcing our way of life on the Islamic way… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of. Suspect each moment, for it… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I'm willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody else's living room, but our reading life is too short for… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The throat: how strange, that there is not more erotic emphasis upon it. For here, through this compound pulsing pillar, our life… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.” — John Updike Copy Share Image
Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience. — John Updike Copy Share Image
“I think “taste” is a social concept and not an artistic one. I’m willing to show good taste, if I can, in… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Think binary. When matter meets antimatter, both vanish, into pure energy. But both existed; I mean, there was a condition we'll call… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The illusion is an agreement between the reader and writer that this [story] will be like life. The emotional temperature drops when… — John Updike Copy Share Image
My life is, in a sense, trash. My life is only that of which the residue is my writing. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. — John Updike Copy Share Image
There is a great deal of busywork to a writer's life, as to a professor's life, a great deal of work that… — John Updike Copy Share Image
We don't really want to think that the artist is only very skilled, that he has merely devoted his life to perfecting… — John Updike Copy Share Image
You can never get the smell of smoke out. Like the smell of failure in life. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews. — 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
