I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip… — John Updike Copy Share Image
"Hit it with the back of your left hand" was the first swing thought I ever heard, brusquely bu not unlovingly put… — John Updike Copy Share Image
What other sport holds out hope of improvement to a man or a woman over fifty? True, the pros begin to falter… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The golf swing is like a suitcase into which we are trying to pack one too many things. — John Updike Copy Share Image
There was clearly great charm and worth in a sport so quaintly perverse in its basic instructions. Hit down to make the… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Dream golf is simply golf played on another course. We chip from glass tables onto moving stairways; we swing in a straightjacket,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The difficulty is, all swing thoughts decay, like radium. What burnt up the course on Wednesday has turned to lead on Sunday.… — 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
![“What other sport holds out hope of improvement to a man or a woman over fifty? True, the pros begin to falter at around forty, but it is their putting nerves that go, not their swings. For a duffer like [me], the room for improvement is so vast that three lifetimes could be spent roaming the…” quote by John Updike](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/02c/john-updike-396_bliss_what-other-sport-holds-out-hope-of-impro_1605250.jpg)
