What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?
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 UpdikeThe first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.
John Updike