In asking forgiveness of women for our mythologizing of their bodies, for being unreal about them, we can only appeal to their own sexuality, which is different but not basically different, perhaps, from our own. For women, too, there seems to be that tangle of supplication and possessiveness, that descent toward infantile undifferentiation, that omnipotent helplessness, that merger with the cosmic mother-warmth, that flushed pulse-quickened leap into overestimation, projection, general mix-up.
John UpdikeExistence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.
John UpdikeThose running tights the young women wear now, so they look like spacewomen, raspberry red and electric green so tight they show every muscle right into the crack between the buttocks, what is the point of them? Display. Young animals need to display.
John UpdikeThat's the trouble with caring about anybody, you begin to feel overprotective. Then you begin to feel crowded.
John Updike