Top 380 John Updike Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “I am sometimes visited by the heretical thought that there is no such thing as good and bad architecture, any more than there is good and bad nature. It is all in where you stand at the time.”

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302. “All dancing is now is standing in place and letting the devil of the music enter you.”

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303. “The soul needs something extra, a place outside matter where it can stand. The Bible – think of it as the primer of a language whereby we can talk to one another about what matters to us most. It is our starting point, not the end point.”

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304. “A company of believers is like a prison full of criminals; their intimacy and solidarity is based on what they can least justify about themselves.”

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305. “I think “taste” is a social concept and not an artistic one. I’m willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody else’s living room, but our reading life is too short for a writer to be in any way polite. Since his words enter into another’s brain in silence and intimacy, he should be as honest and explicit as we are with ourselves.”

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306. “Music affected him as women’s talking did, when there was no interceding in it. He was an instructor, not a listener.”

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307. “The difficulty with humorists is that they will mix what they believe with what they don’t; whichever seems likelier to win an effect.”

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308. “There was clearly great charm and worth in a sport so quaintly perverse in its basic instructions. Hit down to make the ball rise. Swing easy to make it go far. Finish high to make it go straight.”

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309. “He doesn’t blame people for many sin, but he does hate uncoordination, the root of all evil, as he feels it, for without coordination there can be no order, no connecting.”

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310. “They felt the poorhouse would always be there, exempt from time. That some residents died, and others came, did not occur to them; a few believed that the name of the prefect was still Mendelssohn. In a sense the poorhouse would indeed outlast their homes. The old continue to be old-fashioned, though their youths were modern. We grow backward, aging into our father’s opinion and even into those of our grandfathers.”

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311. “She had willed herself open to him and knew that the chemistry of love was all within her, her doing. Even his power to wound her with neglect was a power she had created and granted...”

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312. “There’s no medical expense can break us now. They called LBJ every name in the book but believe me he did a lot of good for the little man. Wherever he went wrong, it was his big heart betrayed him. These pretty boys in the sky right now, Nixon’ll hog the credit but it was the Democrats put ’em there, it’s been the same story ever since I can remember, ever since Wilson – the Republicans don’t do a thing for the little man.”

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313. “Weeds don’t know they’re weeds.”

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314. “You always find things you didn’t know you were going to say, and that is the adventure...”

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315. “Geography! That’s something they teach in the third grade! I never heard of a grownup studying geography.”

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316. “Musicians are very mysterious and wonderful people to me; I don’t know how they do it.”

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317. “Rabbit realised the world was not solid and benign, it was a shabby set of temporary arrangements rigged up for the time being, all for the sake of money. You just passed through, and they milked you for what you were worth, mostly when you were young and gullible.”

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318. “Virtue was no longer sought in temple or market place but in the home – one’s own home, and then the homes of one’s friends.”

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319. “Movies are, like sharp sunlight, merciless; we do not imagine, we view.”

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320. “The creative writer uses his life as well as being its victim; he can control, in his work, the self-presentation that in actuality is at the mercy of a thousand accidents.”

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321. “Somehow Rabbit can’t tear his attention from where the ball should have gone, the little ideal napkin of clipped green pinked with a pretty flag.”

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322. “Prose should have a flow, the forward momentum of a certain energized weight; it should feel like a voice tumbling in your ear.”

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323. “When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas.”

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324. “Though old himself, he disliked old men.”

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325. “As the six, in file, passed into the poorhouse proper they clicked off glances of disdain with industrial precision.”

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326. “There is no such thing as static happiness. Happiness is a mixed thing, a thing compounded of sacrifices, and losses, and betrayals.”

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327. “From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.”

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328. “The eddies his breath set in motion were destroying the smoke sculptures I was erecting. The pipestem was warm on my lower lip and I thought of lip cancer. I often think about how I will die, what disease or surgical procedure will have me in its tarantula grip, what indifferent hospital wall and weary night nurse will witness my last breath, my last second, the impossibly fine point to which my life will have been sharpened.”

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329. “We all dream, and we all stand aghast at the mouth of the caves of our deaths; and this is our way in. into the nether world.”

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330. “The army was kept in as good state of fitness as the funds would allow.”

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331. “Don’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.”

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332. “In her rare moods of liberation she held for him the danger that she would disclose great riches within herself, showing him the depths of loss frozen over by their marriage.”

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333. “It is not enough for a story to flow. It has to kind of trickle and glint as it crosses over the stones of the bare facts.”

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334. “He sounds to himself, saying this, like an impersonator; life, just as we first thought, is playing grownup.”

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335. “It frightens him to think of her this way. It makes her seem, in terms of love, so vast.”

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336. “I really don’t want to encourage young writers. Keep them down and out and silent is my motto.”

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337. “Chinese food in Texas is the best Chinese food in the United States except Boston.”

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338. “They found themselves involved willy-nilly in a futile but urgent search for the truth.”

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339. “Figure out where you’re going before you go there: he was told that a long time ago.”

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340. “Was she asleep? He groped beside the bed, among his underclothes, for his wristwatch. He would soon learn, in undressing, to leave it lying discreetly visible. Its silent gold-rimmed face, a tiny banker’s face, stated that he had already been out to lunch an hour and forty minutes. A sour burning began to revolve in his stomach.”

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341. “One of the cool, chaste countries – Canada or Sweden.”

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342. “Who’ll hold families together, if everybody has to live? Living is a compromise, between doing what you want and doing what other people want.”

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343. “By the time a partnership dissolves, it has dissolved.”

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344. “Piet wondered what barred him from the ranks of those many blessed who believed nothing. Courage, he supposed. His nerve had cracked when his parents died. To break with a faith requires a moment of courage, and courage is a kind of margin within us, and after his parents’ swift death Piet had no margin. He lived tight against his skin, and his flattish face wore a look of tension. Also, his European sense of order insisted that he place his children in Christendom.”

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345. “With his white collar he forges god’s name on every word he speaks.”

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346. “His gray suit makes him seem extra vulnerable, in the way of children placed in unaccustomed clothes for ceremonies they don’t understand.”

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347. “You are all of twenty and very much feeling your womanhood. The strange thing about womanhood is that it goes on and on – the same daily burden of constant vague expectation and of everything being just slightly disappointing compared with what one knows one has inside oneself waiting to be touched off. It’s rather like being a set of pretty little logs that won’t quite catch fire, isn’t it?”

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348. “I think books should have secrets, like people do.”

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349. “I can’t bear to finish things, beyond a certain point they get heavy. There’s something so dead about a finished painting.”

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350. “We all dream, and we all stand aghast at the mouth of the caves of our deaths;.”

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