John Updike
John Updike
John Hoyer Updikewas an American novelist, poet, short story writer, art critic, and literary critic...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth18 March 1932
CountryUnited States of America
sea cities people
Cities aren't like people; they live on and on, even though their reason for being where they are has gone downriver and out to sea.
rainbow trying christianity
Christianity isn't looking for a rainbow. If it were... we'd pass out opium at services. We're trying to serve God, not be God.
selfish light opposites
The yearning for an afterlife is the opposite of selfish: it is love and praise for the world that we are privileged, in this complex interval of light, to witness and experience.
heart guidance guides
Do what the heart commands. The heart is our only guide.
bears finishing painting
I can't bear to finish things, beyond a certain point they get heavy. There's something so dead about a finished painting.
heart fire burning
I secretly understood: the primitive appeal of the hearth. Television is - its irresistible charm - a fire.
movie views imagine
Movies are, like sharp sunlight, merciless; we do not imagine, we view.
loyalty failure men
All men are mortal, and therefore all men are losers; our profoundest loyalty goes out to the failed.
running animal cracks
Those running tights the young women wear now, so they look like spacewomen, raspberry red and electric green so tight they show every muscle right into the crack between the buttocks, what is the point of them? Display. Young animals need to display.
selfish decision made
I never made a decision in my life that wasn't one hundred per cent selfish.
women world texture
It's a man's world, they say; but in its daily textures it is a world created by and for women.
tvs television alive
Being on TV is like being alive, only more so.
information juvenile
Yes, there is a ton of information on the Web, but much of it is egregiously inaccurate, unedited, unattributed and juvenile.
father fall clothes
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.