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
I did feel as though a number of critics had appointed themselves, when they sat down with a new book of mine,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I never really made a choice to live in America, so I should be aware of the social strata outside of the… — 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
The crooked little tomato branches, pulpy and pale as if made of cheap green paper, broke under the weight of so much… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“I remember one English teacher in the eighth grade, Florence Schrack, whose husband also taught at the high school. I thought what… — 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
I never made a decision in my life that wasn't one hundred per cent selfish. — John Updike Copy Share Image
I was made to feel I could do things. If you get this feeling early and can hold it until you're 15,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
If you look at the best-seller list, it is mostly thrillers. Very few books attempt to create an image of the life… — 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
