Vagueness and procrastination are ever a comfort to the frail in spirit. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Man is a means for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things. — John Updike Copy Share Image
Looking foolish does the spirit good. The need not to look foolish is one of youth's many burdens; as we get older… — 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… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Museums and bookstores should feel, I think, like vacant lots - places where the demands on us are our own demands, where… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I will try not to panic, to keep my standard of living modest and to work steadily, even shyly, in the spirit… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The throat: how strange, that there is not more erotic emphasis upon it. For here, through this compound pulsing pillar, our life… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I moved to New England partly because it has a real literary past. The ghosts of Hawthorne and Melville still sit on… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Whatever art offered the men and women of previous eras, what it offers our own, it seems to me, is space -… — 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
