What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. – John Updike
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. – John Updike
What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. – John Updike
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. – John Updike
You cannot help but learn more as you take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is an old piece of clay, with millions of thumbprints on it. – John Updike
Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another days progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper. – John Updike