The New England spirit does not seek solutions in a crowd; raw light and solitariness are less dreaded than welcomed as enhancers… — 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… — John Updike Copy Share Image
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
The Florida sun seems not much a single thing overhead but a set of klieg lights that pursue you everywhere with an… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Men emerge pale from the little printing plant at four sharp, ghosts for an instant, blinking, until the outdoor light overcomes the… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Pressed, I would define spirituality as the shadow of light humanity casts as it moves through the darkness of everything that can… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Bookstores are lonely forts, spilling light onto the sidewalk. They civilize their neighborhoods. — John Updike Copy Share Image
The yearning for an afterlife is the opposite of selfish: it is love and praise for the world that we are privileged,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The good ending dismisses us with a touch of ceremony and throws a backward light of significance over the story just read.… — John Updike Copy Share Image
In fact we do not try to picture the afterlife, nor is it our selves in our nervous tics and optical flecks… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The reader knows the writer better than he knows himself; but the writer's physical presence is light from a star that has… — 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
