What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. – 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
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. – John Updike
That a marriage ends is less than ideal but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real succeeds. – John Updike
Dreams come true without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them. – John Updike