Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.
John UpdikeAn affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.
John UpdikeTo be human is to be in the tense condition of a death-foreseeing, consciously libidinous animal. No other earthly creature suffers such a capacity for thought, such a complexity of envisioned but frustrated possibilities, such a troubling ability to question the tribal and biological imperatives.
John Updike