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
Customs and convictions change respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of the facts in the mirror of art. – John Updike
The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion. – John Updike