Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. – John Updike
The first breath of adultery is the freest after it, constraints aping marriage develop. – John Updike

Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. – John Updike
The first breath of adultery is the freest after it, constraints aping marriage develop. – John Updike
What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. – John Updike
We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one. – John Updike