Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. – John Updike
We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one. – John Updike

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. – John Updike
We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one. – John Updike
That a marriage ends is less than ideal but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real succeeds. – John Updike
It rots a writers brain, it cretinises you. You say the same thing again and again, and when you do that happily youre well on the way to being a cretin. Or a politician. – John Updike
The automobile has not merely taken over the street, it has dissolved the living tissue of the city. Its appetite for space is absolutely insatiable; moving and parked, it devours urban land, leaving the buildings as mere islands of habitable space in a sea of dangerous and ugly traffic. – James Marston Fitch, New York Times, 1 May 1960