So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Hoping to fashion a mirror, the lover doth polish the face of his beloved until he produces a skull. — John Updike Copy Share Image
It was one of history's great love stories, the mutually profitable romance which Hollywood and bohunk America conducted almost in the dark,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
There is the fear that you somehow neglected to say what was really yours to say. — 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
I love Shillington not as one loves Capri or New York, because they are special, but as one loves one's own body… — John Updike Copy Share Image
There's always something new by looking at the same thing over and over. — John Updike Copy Share Image
It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of… — 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
“It frightens him to think of her this way. It makes her seem, in terms of love, so vast.” — John Updike Copy Share Image
You always find things you didn't know you were going to say, and that is the adventure... — 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
Yes, there is a ton of information on the Web, but much of it is egregiously inaccurate, unedited, unattributed and juvenile. — John Updike Copy Share Image
It's sort of good to see your vocation as a daily task and have fairly modest expectations for financial or reward in… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“The clangor of the body shop comes up softly. It's noise comforts him, tells him he is hidden and safe, that while… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“The affair between Boston and Ted Williams has been no mere summer romance; it has been a marriage, composed of spats, mutual… — 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
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
