What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. – John Updike
Golf appeals to the idiot in us and the child.& Just how childlike golf players become is proven by their frequent inability to count past five. – 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
We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one. – John Updike
When I go back to family reunions everybody goes, Hey cousin! Hey Auntie! And Im like, Okay I dont know you, I have no idea who you are. I am auntie and cousin for so many and even the ones in prison call me collect. And Ill be like, Which of my family members are giving you this phone number? – Sherri Shepherd