What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?
John UpdikeThe true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.
John UpdikeWhat is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?
John UpdikeThe true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.
John Updike