When we try in good faith to believe in materialism, in the exclusive reality of the physical, we are asking our selves… — John Updike Copy Share Image
...as all souls are equal before their Maker, a two inch putt counts the same as a 250 yard drive. There is… — John Updike Copy Share Image
My only duty was to describe reality as it had come to me-to give the mundane its beautiful due. — John Updike Copy Share Image
“Writing … is an addiction, an illusory release, a presumptuous taming of reality, a way of expressing lightly the unbearable. That we… — John Updike Copy Share Image
To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social… — John Updike Copy Share Image
How circumstantial reality is! Facts are like individual letters, with their spikes and loops and thorns, that make up words: eventually they… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The guarantee that our self enjoys an intended relation to the outer world is most, if not all, we ask from religion.… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Literature gives us models of living human beings who may not agree with us and even be our enemies. D. H. Lawrence… — 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
