Top 100 Quotes About John Updike
#1. When you're in your 20s, your 30s, even, you have - at least, I had - vast ambitions, and you sit around mooning about these things, and you're depressed, because you haven't done them. And it takes you a long time to come to the realization that if you can't be John Updike, well, then, you can't.
Garrison Keillor
#2. It wasn't until I started to read short stories - by people like Alice Munro, Mavis Gallant, John Updike ... Eudora Welty - that I became excited about the possibilities of writing.
Carol Windley
#3. Neutrinos alone, among all the known particles, have ethereal properties that are striking and romantic enough both to have inspired a poem by John Updike and to have sent teams of scientists deep underground for 50 years to build huge science-fiction-like contraptions to unravel their mysteries.
Lawrence M. Krauss
#4. John Updike, in that book you gave me, he said the dead make space. Do you know what I think? Updike doesn't know dick about what it's like to be a homicide cop in Baltimore.
Laura Lippman
#5. If writing is language and language is desire and longing and suffering ... then why when we write, when we make shapes on paper, why then does it so often look like the traditional, straight models, why does our longing look for example like John Updike's longing?
Carole Maso
#6. John Updike's first published book was a collection of poems.
Jonathan Galassi
#7. [About John Updike's Rabbit Run] The author fails to convince us that his puppets are interesting in themselves, or that their plight has implications that transcend their narrow world.
Chicago Tribune
#8. John Updike once said that he was confused by the very concept of "antiwar," which he felt, and I'm paraphrasing him here, was like being "anti-food" or "anti-sex," since war was such an essential element of human experience.
Mark Bowden
#9. A John Updike is a once-in-a-generation phenomenon, if that generation is lucky: so comfortable in so many genres, the same lively, generous intelligence suffusing all he did.
George Saunders
#10. Great books are readable anyway. Dickens is readable. Jane Austen is readable. John Updike's readable. Hawthorne's readable. It's a meaningless term. You have to go the very extremes of literature, like Joyce's "Finnegan's Wake," before you get a literary work that literally unreadable.
Julian Barnes
#11. One recalls John Updike's argument: the only evidence for the existence of God is the collective human yearning that it should be so.
Martin Amis
#12. And another regrettable thing about death is the ceasing of your own brand of magic, which took a whole life to develop and market - the quips, the witticisms, the slant adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest the lip of the stage . . . - JOHN UPDIKE, "Perfection Wasted
Carole Radziwill
#13. John Updike is always fun. And one of my former students, Tom Pynchon. And Harold Bloom, another former student.
M.H. Abrams
#14. Among contemporaries, I hugely admire Alice Munro, our Chekhov, Saul Bellow, Philip Roth, and John Updike, American masters all. I also believe that the voice of Gordon Lish is astoundingly original and sorrowful.
Cynthia Ozick
#15. Billy Collins writes lovely poems. Limpid, gently and consistently startling, more serious than they seem, they describe all the worlds that are and were and some others besides.
John Updike
#16. Adversity in immunological doses has its uses; more than that crushes.
John Updike
#17. When I went away to college, I marveled at the wealth of bookstores around Harvard Square.
John Updike
#18. The firmest house in my fiction, probably, is the little thick-walled sandstone farmhouse of 'The Centaur' and 'Of the Farm'; I had lived in that house, and can visualize every floorboard and bit of worn molding.
John Updike
#19. Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.
John Updike
#20. There is the fear that you somehow neglected to say what was really yours to say.
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#21. There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.
John Updike
#22. Vagueness and procrastination are ever a comfort to the frail in spirit.
John Updike
#23. When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas.
John Updike
#24. I once read Updike after writing a first draft, and I wanted to put my own book on the fire. I've since learned to read utter crap while I'm writing: pulp is the thing.
John Niven
#25. Hemingway describes literary New York as a bottle full of tapeworms trying to feed on each other.
John Updike
#26. You know how it is with fathers, you never escape the idea that maybe after all they're right.
John Updike
#27. Of plants tomatoes seemed the most human, eager and fragile and prone to rot.
John Updike
#28. Lucas felt uncommonly depressed and careless. Drunkenness, in a man like August Hay, melts the restraints on cheerfulness. On the contrary with Lucas: he kept up courage consciously. Sap his mind, and the lid was lifted from a cesspool of muddy colors.
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#29. Is not the decisive difference between comedy and tragedy that tragedy denies us another chance?
John Updike
#30. Life is a razor, you are always in hot water or a scrape.
John Updike
#31. But it seems to me that once you begin a gesture it's fatal not to go through with it.
John Updike
#34. Driving is boring," Rabbit pontificates, "but it's what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering why the hell you went.
John Updike
#35. A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership.
John Updike
#36. The heart prefers to move against the grain of circumstance; perversity is the souls very life.
John Updike
#37. The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.
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#38. In a way, gluttony is an athletic feat, a stretching exercise.
John Updike
#39. One of the cool, chaste countries - Canada or Sweden.
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#40. I will try not to panic, to keep my standard of living modest and to work steadily, even shyly, in the spirit of those medieval carvers who so fondly sculpted the undersides of choir seats.
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#41. You can go to the dark side of the moon and back and see nothing more wonderful and strange than the way men and women manage to get together.
John Updike
#42. It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
John Updike
#43. A photograph offers us a glimpse into the abyss of time.
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#44. The dead teach this great lesson, which we are loathe to learn: we too will die.
John Updike
#45. The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.
John Updike
#46. The universe is a pointless, self running machine, and we are insignificant by-products, whom death will tuck back into oblivion, with or without holy fanfare.
John Updike
#47. To say that war is madness is like saying that sex is madness: true enough, from the standpoint of a stateless eunuch, but merely a provocative epigram for those who must make their arrangements in the world as given.
John Updike
#48. If you're telling me I'm not mature, that's one thing I don't cry over since as far as I can make out it's the same thing as being dead.
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#49. It's the strange thing about you mystics, how often your little ecstasies wear a skirt.
John Updike
#50. Be what you are. Don't try to be Sally or Johnny or Fred next door; be yourself.
John Updike
#51. The world keeps ending but new people too dumb to know it keep showing up as if the fun's just started.
John Updike
#52. Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face.
John Updike
#53. So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.
John Updike
#55. Chinese food in Texas is the best Chinese food in the United States except Boston.
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#56. Fiction is nothing less than the subtlest instrument for self-examination and self-display that Mankind has invented yet.
John Updike
#57. A photograph presents itself not only as a visual representation, but as evidence, more convincing than a painting because of the unimpeachable mechanical means whereby it was made. We do not trust the artist's flattering hand; but we do trust film, and shadows, and light.
John Updike
#58. America is beyond power; it acts as in a dream, as a face of God. Wherever America is, there is freedom, and wherever America is not, madness rules with chains, darkness strangles millions. Beneath her patient bombers, paradise is possible.
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#59. Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or better.
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#60. School is where you go between when your parents can't take you and industry can't take you.
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#61. Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.
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#62. The golf swing is like a suitcase into which we are trying to pack one too many things.
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#63. Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy.
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#64. Whatever men make," she says, "what they felt when they made it is there ... Man is a means for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things.
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#65. My father provided; he gathered things to himself and let them fall upon the world; my clothes, my food, my luxurious hopes had fallen to me from him, and for the first time his death seemed, even at its immense stellar remove of impossibility, a grave and dreadful threat.
John Updike
#66. Golf's ultimate moral instruction directs us to find within ourselves a pivotal center of enjoyment: relax into a rhythm that fits the hills and swales, and play the shot at hand - not the last one, or the next one, but the one at your feet, in the poison ivy, where you put it.
John Updike
#67. Mozart's music gives us permission to live.
John Updike
#68. I really don't want to encourage young writers. Keep them down and out and silent is my motto.
John Updike
#69. The physicists are getting down to the nitty-gritty, they've really just about pared things down to the ultimate details, and the last thing they ever expected to happen is happening. God is showing through.
John Updike
#71. Truth should not be forced; it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided to bestow herself upon a certain man.
John Updike
#72. Geography! That's something they teach in the third grade! I never heard of a grownup studying geography.
John Updike
#73. There are some women that don't do it for some men. That's why they turn out so many models.
John Updike
#74. Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
John Updike
#75. We all begin life as parasites within the mother, and writers begin their existence imitatively, within the body of letters.
John Updike
#76. Life is a nacho. It can be yummy-crunchy or squishy-yucky. It just depends on how long it takes for you to start eating it.
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#77. No act is so private it does not seek applause.
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#79. The clangor of the body shop comes up softly. It's noise comforts him, tells him he is hidden and safe, that while he hides men are busy nailing the world down, and toward the disembodied sounds his heart makes in darkness a motion of love.
John Updike
#80. All love is betrayal, in that it flatters life. The loveless man is best armed.
John Updike
#81. Musicians are very mysterious and wonderful people to me; I don't know how they do it.
John Updike
#82. Authors should be honored only for their works.
John Updike
#83. Some golfers, we are told, enjoy the landscape; but properly, the landscape shrivels and compresses into the grim, surrealistically vivid patch of grass directly under the golfer's eyes as he morosely walks toward where he thinks his ball might be.
John Updike
#84. I must go to Nature disarmed of perspective and stretch myself like a large transparent canvas upon her in the hope that, my submission being perfect, the imprint of a beautiful and useful truth would be taken.
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#85. We must have sinned greatly, at some juncture long buried in our protozoic past, to deserve such a universe
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#86. That's why we love disaster, Harry sees it, puts us back in touch with guilt and sends us crawling back to God
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#87. The difficulty with humorists is that they will mix what they believe with what they don't - whichever seems likelier to win an effect.
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#88. Americans have been conditioned to respect newness, whatever it costs them.
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#89. Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly.
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#90. Fenway Park, in Boston, is a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark. Everything is painted green and seems in curiously sharp focus, like the inside of an old-fashioned peeping-type Easter egg.
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#91. The great thing about the dead, they make space.
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#92. A cynic is a kind of romantic who has aged.
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#93. All those little congruences and arabesques you prepared with such delicate anticipatory pleasure are gobbled up as if by pigs at a pastry cart.
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#94. The essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives for ever.
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#95. I was trying to support a family with writing. I didn't have a private income. I had no other profession.
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#96. A room containing Philip Roth, I have noticed, begins hilariously to whirl and pulse with a mix of rebelliousness and constriction that I take to be Oedipal.
John Updike
#97. 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.
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#98. There's always something new by looking at the same thing over and over.
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#99. I like middles ... It is in middles that extremes clash, where ambiguity restlessly rules.
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#100. Our lives fade behind us before we die.
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