To say that war is madness is like saying that sex is madness: true enough, from the standpoint of a stateless eunuch,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Basically it's true that my own life has been my chief window for life in America, beginning with my childhood and the… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Within your own generation-the same songs, the same wars, the same attitudes toward those wars, the same rules and radio shows in… — 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
Man makes one journey all his living days, Down through the realms of music and of art; Down through the halls of… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“[I]n my own case at least I feel my professional need for freedom of speech and expression prejudices me toward a government… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Mars has long exerted a pull on the human imagination. The erratically moving red star in the sky was seen as sinister… — 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