The golf swing is like a suitcase into which we are trying to pack one too many things. – John Updike
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
We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable. – John Updike
The first breath of adultery is the freest after it, constraints aping marriage develop. – John Updike
Men who would face torture without a word become blasphemous at the short fourteenth. It is clear that the game of golf may well be included in that category of intolerable provocations which may legally excuse or mitigate behaviour not otherwise excusable. – A.P. Herbert, Misleading Cases, 1935