It skims in through the eye, and by means of the utterly delicate retina hurls shadows like insect legs inward for translation. Then an immense space opens up in silence and an endlessly fecund sub-universe the writer descends, and asks the reader to descend after him, not merely to gain instructions but also to experience delight, the delight of mind freed from matter and exultant in the strength it has stolen from matter.
John UpdikeDon't you see, if when we die there's nothing, all your sun and fields and what not are all, ah, horror? It's just an ocean of horror.
John UpdikeIt is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
John UpdikeI like old men. They can be wonderful bastards because they have nothing to lose. The only people who can be themselves are babies and old bastards.
John Updike