There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.
John UpdikeWickedness was like food: once you got started it was hard to stop; the gut expanded to take in more and more.
John UpdikeCustoms and convictions change; respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of the facts in the mirror of art.
John Updike