So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.
John UpdikeI'm willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody else's living room, but our reading life is too short for a writer to be in any way polite. Since his words enter into another's brain in silence and intimacy, he should be as honest and explicit as we are with ourselves.
John UpdikeThe first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.
John Updike