Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. – John Updike
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. – John Updike

Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. – John Updike
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. – John Updike
What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. – John Updike
Of plants tomatoes seemed the most human, eager and fragile and prone to rot. – John Updike