My only duty was to describe reality as it had come to me-to give the mundane its beautiful due.
John UpdikeRain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
John UpdikeWhen you look into a mirror it is not yourself you see, but a kind of apish error posed in fearful symmetry kool uoy nehW rorrim a otni ton si ti หees uoy flesruoy dnik a tub rorre hsipa fo lufraef ni desop yrtemmys
John UpdikeThe scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.
John Updike