Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another days progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper. – John Updike
Golf appeals to the idiot in us and the child.& Just how childlike golf players become is proven by their frequent inability to count past five. – John Updike
Now that I am sixty, I see why the idea of elder wisdom has passed from currency. – John Updike
A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other peoples patience. – John Updike
The hood-winked husband shows his anger, and the word jealous is flung in his face. Jealous husband equals betrayed husband. And there are women who look upon jealousy as synonymous with impotence, so that the betrayed husband can only shut his eyes, powerless in the face of such accusations. – J. August Strindberg