The worst thing in the world is a bitter woman. That's one thing about your mother, she's never been bitter.
John UpdikeHow circumstantial reality is! Facts are like individual letters, with their spikes and loops and thorns, that make up words: eventually they hurt our eyes, and we long to take a bath, to rake the lawn, to look at the sea.
John UpdikeFenway 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.
John UpdikeHemingway describes literary New York as a bottle full of tapeworms trying to feed on each other.
John Updike