Quotes by John Updike
That a marriage ends is less than ideal; but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real suc...
Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.
I love my government not least for the extent to which it leaves me alone.
The essential support and encouragement comes from within, arising out of the mad notion that your society needs to know what only you can tell it.
School is where you go between when your parents can't take you and industry can't take you.
If men do not keep on speaking terms with children, they cease to be men, and become merely machines for eating and earning money.
Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solicitude is the enemy of well-being.
There are times when fear is good It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls. There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.
Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or doing it better.
Creativity is merely a plus name for regular activity . . . any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about dong it right, or better.
What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.
Lawrence had done it in a way, and Joyce. But I think it's an important thing to do now and then, to describe the sex act as our descent, or adventure, into a primordial or strange world, having very little to do with how we look in suits or what our educations have been. It's a well of darkness, as it were, that leaves you refreshed.
In asking forgiveness of women for our mythologizing of their bodies, for being unreal about them, we can only appeal to their own sexuality, which is different but not basically different, perhaps, from our own. For women, too, there seems to be that tangle of supplication and possessiveness, that descent toward infantile undifferentiation, that omnipotent helplessness, that merger with the cosmic mother-warmth, that flushed pulse-quickened leap into overestimation, projection, general mix-up.
Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews.
Critics are like pigs at the pastry cart.
Golf appeals to the idiot in us and the child. Just how childlike golf players become is proven by their frequent inability to count past five.
A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other people's patience.
Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant. Of a teacher and a learner.
It seems to me the book has not just aesthetic values-- the charming little clothy box of the thing, the smell of the glue, even the print, which has its own beauty. But there's something about the sensation of ink on paper that is in some sense a thing, a phenomenon rather than an epiphenomenon. I can't break the association of electric trash with the computer screen. Words on the screen give the sense of being just another passing electronic wriggle.
Four years was enough of Harvard. I still had a lot to learn, but had been given the liberating notion that now I could teach myself.
Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.
