Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it. — John Updike Copy Share Image
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
We are living in a world in which we don't give the young enough reason to live. The temper and the lyrics… — John Updike Copy Share Image
In all the green world nothing feels as good as a woman's good nature. — John Updike Copy Share Image
You cannot but learn more of the world's heft, as you take it now into your hands. — John Updike Copy Share Image
It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent… — John Updike Copy Share Image
How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old? — John Updike Copy Share Image
Publishers are looking for blockbusters - all the world loves a megaseller. — John Updike Copy Share Image
“You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds… — John Updike Copy Share Image
And there was, in those Ipswich years, for me at least, a raw educational component; though I used to score well in… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“The world keeps ending but new people too dumb to know it keep showing up as if the fun just started”;” — 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
The world ... is full of people who never knew what hit 'em, their lives are over before they wake up. — John Updike Copy Share Image
My father provided; he gathered things to himself and let them fall upon the world; my clothes, my food, my luxurious hopes… — 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
You cannot help but learn more as take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is and old… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The yearning for an afterlife is the opposite of selfish: it is love and praise for the world that we are privileged,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
The worst thing in the world is a bitter woman. That's one thing about your mother, she's never been bitter. — John Updike Copy Share Image
An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause. — John Updike Copy Share Image
In leaving New York in 1957, I did leave without regret the literary demimonde of agents and would-be's and with-it nonparticipants; this… — John Updike Copy Share Image
In fact we do not try to picture the afterlife, nor is it our selves in our nervous tics and optical flecks… — John Updike Copy Share Image
It's a man's world, they say; but in its daily textures it is a world created by and for women. — 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
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
