Oh,' she says, 'the Vat prints nothing but rapes. You know what a rape usually is? It's a woman who changed her mind afterward.
John UpdikeThe fiction writer is the ombudsman who argues our humble, dubious case in the halls of eternal record.
John UpdikeThe substance of fictional architecture is not bricks and mortar but evanescent consciousness. Sometimes, therefore, a door opens onto a hallway impossibly, and the placement of our heating ducts and storage space borders on the irresponsible. I have great trouble, myself, in imagining the floor plans of split-level homes, though I feel they are important sites of the American condition.
John UpdikeThe cloud of the consommé’s warmth enveloped her face and revived her poise. In the liquid a slice of lemon lay at fetal peace.
John UpdikeAll love is betrayal, in that it flatters life. The loveless man is best armed.
John UpdikeIt's been the same story ever since I can remember, ever since Wilson – the Republicans don't do a thing for the little man.
John UpdikeTags: politics democrats republicans woodrow-wilson
What you haven't done by thirty you're not likely to do. What you have done you'll do lots more.
John UpdikeTags: thirties thirty thirtysomething
Neutrinos, they are very small.
They have no charge and have no mass
And do not interact at all.
The earth is just a silly ball
To them, through which they simply pass,
Like dustmaids down a drafty hall
Or photons through a sheet of glass.
They snub the most exquisite gas,
Ignore the most substantial wall,
Cold shoulder steel and sounding brass,
Insult the stallion in his stall,
And, scorning barriers of class,
Infiltrate you and me. Like tall
And painless guillotines they fall
Down through our heads into the grass.
At night, they enter at Nepal
And pierce the lover and his lass
From underneath the bed—you call
It wonderful; I call it crass.
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There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.
John UpdikeTags: words writing write traffic
It comes to him: growth is betrayal. There is no other route. There is no arriving somewhere without leaving somewhere.
John UpdikeTags: growth
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