Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. – John Updike
We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable. – John Updike

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. – John Updike
We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable. – John Updike
The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion. – John Updike
Of plants tomatoes seemed the most human, eager and fragile and prone to rot. – John Updike