I like old men. They can be wonderful bastards because they have nothing to lose. The only people who can be themselves are babies and old bastards.
John UpdikeThe illusion is an agreement between the reader and writer that this [story] will be like life. The emotional temperature drops when you have footnotes.
John UpdikeWe are each of us like our little blue planet, hung in black space, upheld by nothing but our mutual reassurances, our loving lies.
John UpdikeThere is no such thing as static happiness. Happiness is a mixed thing, a thing compounded of sacrifices, and losses, and betrayals.
John Updike