Top 380 John Updike Quotes (2025 Update)
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201. “A writer’s self-consciousness, for which he is much scorned, is really a mode of interestedness, that inevitably turns outward.”

— John Updike

202. “For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do, they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities.”

— John Updike

203. “Families, doing everything for each other out of imagined obligation and always getting in each other’s way, what a tangle.”

— John Updike

204. “Four years was enough of Harvard. I still had a lot to learn, but had been given the liberating notion that now I could teach myself.”

— John Updike

205. “Television was soon to eclipse print’s inky cloud with its magnetic flare of electrons, pulling millions from their reading chairs to the viewing couch.”

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206. “I’m somewhat shy about the brutal facts of being a carnivore. I don’t like meat to look like animals. I prefer it in the form of sausages, hamburger and meat loaf, far removed from the living thing.”

— John Updike

207. “The physicists are getting down to the nitty-gritty, they’ve really just about pared things down to the ultimate details, and the last thing they ever expected to happen is happening. God is showing through.”

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208. “Photography is the first art wherein the tool does most of the work.”

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209. “Inside, upstairs, where the planes are met, the spaces are long and low and lined in tasteful felt gray like that cocky stewardess’s cap and filled with the kind of music you become aware of only when the elevator stops or when the dentist stops drilling. Plucked strings, no vocals, music that’s used to being ignored, a kind of carpet in the air, to cover up a silence that might remind you of death.”

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210. “We wake at different times, and the gallantest flowers are those that bloom in the cold.”

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211. “He wants to feel good, he always used to feel good at every turning of the year, every vacation or end of vacation, every new sheet on the calendar: but his adult life has proved to have no seasons, only changes of weather, and the older he gets, the less weather interests him. The house next to his old house still has the FOR SALE sign up. He tries his front door.”

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212. “A few places are especially conducive to inspiration – automobiles, church – public places. I plotted Couples almost entirely in church – little shivers and urgencies I would note down on the program, and carry down to the office Monday.”

— John Updike

213. “I never made a decision in my life that wasn’t one hundred per cent selfish.”

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214. “He settles back with a small handful of cashews; dry-roasted, they have a little acid sting to them, the tang of poison that he likes.”

— John Updike

215. “Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly.”

— John Updike

216. “I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway.”

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217. “I know how to choke. Given even a splinter-thin opportunity to let my side down and destroy my own score, I will seize it. Not only does ice water not run through my veins, but what runs there has a boiling point lower than body temperature.”

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218. “I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again.”

— John Updike

219. “I’m always looking for insights into the real Doris Day because I’m stuck with this infatuation and need to explain it to myself.”

— John Updike

220. “Green grass, green grandstands, green concession stalls, green paper cups, green folding chairs and visors for sale, green and white ropes, green-topped Georgia pines. If justice were poetic, Hubert Green would win it every year.”

— John Updike

221. “Truth should not be forced; it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided to bestow herself upon a certain man.”

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222. “Museums and bookstores should feel, I think, like vacant lots – places where the demands on us are our own demands, where the spirit can find exercise in unsupervised play.”

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223. “The brontosaurus had thirty-ton body and a two-ounce brain. The anatosaurus had two thousand teeth. Triceratops had a helmet of filled bone seven feet long. Tyrannosaurus rex had tiny arms and teeth like six-inch razors and it was elected President. It ate everything – dead meat, living meat, old bones –.”

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224. “There is always a chance of failure, of producing something totally unnecessary. But I guess that chance of failure is what makes tightrope walking, race-car driving...”

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225. “What’s beauty if it’s not, in the end, true? Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty.”

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226. “She breathed that air he’d forgotten, of high-school loveliness, come uninvited to bloom in the shadow of railroad overpasses, alongside telephone poles, within earshot of highways with battered aluminum center strips, out of mothers gone to lard and fathers ground down by gray days of work and more work, in an America littered with bottlecaps and pull-tabs and pieces of broken muffler.”

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227. “My mother didn’t raise me to be a critic, but I seem to have become one anyway.”

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228. “Looking foolish does the spirit good.”

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229. “We shed skins in life, to keep living.”

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230. “The Englishman is under no constitutional obligation to believe that all men are created equal. The American agony is therefore scarcely intelligible, like a saint’s self-flagellation viewed by an atheist.”

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231. “Faith is not so much a binary pole as a quantum state, which tends to indeterminacy when closely examined.”

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232. “Religion enables us to ignore nothingness and get on with the jobs of life.”

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233. “What seems to sell books is good word-of-mouth, not promotion tours. I’m too old to believe that media promotion of a book really matters. What matters is how it will look 100 years from now, not how many copies are sold.”

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234. “I love my government not least for the extent to which it leaves me alone.”

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235. “Why is the world so elaborate, if it has no purpose? Think of the care that goes into the least little insect and weed around us. You say you love me; then you must love life. Life is a gift, for which we must give something back.”

— John Updike

236. “Customs and convictions change; respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of the facts in the mirror of art.”

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237. “Accent the ugly until it becomes gorgeous.”

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238. “No matter how cheerful and blameless the day’s activities have been, when you wake in the middle of the night there is guilt in the air, a gnawing feeling of everything being slightly off, wrong – you in the wrong, and the world too, as if darkness is a kind of light that shows us the depth we are about to fall into.”

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239. “Life is a hill that gets steeper the more you climb.”

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240. “Being on TV is like being alive, only more so.”

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241. “We love too late... Oh why, why may we never join hand to hand, or give back speech truly?”

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242. “Wickedness was like food: once you got started it was hard to stop; the gut expanded to take in more and more.”

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243. “As I get older, my childhood self becomes more accessible to me, but selectively, in images as stylized and suspect as moments remembered from a novel read years ago.”

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244. “As long as Nelson was socked into baseball statistics or that guitar or even the rock records that threaded their sound through all the fibers of the house, his occupation of the room down the hall was no more uncomfortable than the persistence of Rabbit’s own childhood in an annex of his brain; but when the stuff with hormones and girls and cars and beers began, Harry wanted out of fatherhood.”

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245. “The throat: how strange, that there is not more erotic emphasis upon it. For here, through this compound pulsing pillar, our life makes its leap into spirit, and in the other direction gulps down what it needs of the material world.”

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246. “Writers take words seriously-perha ps the last professional class that does-and they struggle to steer their own through the crosswinds of meddling editors and careless typesetters and obtuse and malevolent reviewers into the lap of the ideal reader.”

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247. “The crooked little tomato branches, pulpy and pale as if made of cheap green paper, broke under the weight of so much fruit; there was something frantic in such fertility, a crying-out like that of children frantic to please.”

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248. “Those born rich are harder to please than those born poor.”

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249. “Let us not seek to make it less monstrous, for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty, lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are embarrassed by the miracle, and crushed by remonstrance.”

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250. “Being a divorcee in a small town is a little like playing Monopoly; eventually you land on all the properties.”

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