Nothing seems to matter quite as much. I no longer think about death in the concentrated way I once did. I don't… — John Updike Copy Share Image
It seems to me the book has not just aesthetic values - the charming little clothy box of the thing, the smell… — John Updike Copy Share Image
My mother didn't raise me to be a critic, but I seem to have become one anyway. — 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
Sometimes it seems the whole purpose of pets is to bring death into the house. — John Updike Copy Share Image
The essence of government is concern for the widest possible public interest; the essence of the humanities, it seems to me, is… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I think people do look to writers to tell the truth in a way that nobody else quite will, not politicians or… — John Updike Copy Share Image
There should always be something gratuitous about art, just as there seems to be, according to the new-wave cosmologists, something gratuitous about… — John Updike Copy Share Image
What seems to sell books is good word-of-mouth, not promotion tours. I'm too old to believe that media promotion of a book… — John Updike Copy Share Image
In asking forgiveness of women for our mythologizing of their bodies, for being unreal about them, we can only appeal to their… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Fenway Park, in Boston, is a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark. Everything is painted green and seems in curiously sharp focus,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Perhaps I have written fiction because everything unambiguously expressed seems somehow crass to me; and when the subject is myself, I want… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The United States, democratic and various though it is, is not an easy country for a fiction-writer to enter: the slot between… — 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
