Critics are like pigs at the pastry cart. John Updike More Quotes by John Updike More Quotes From John Updike Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly. John Updike race children thinking Professionalism in art has this difficulty: To be professional is to be dependable, to be dependable is to be predictable, and predictability is esthetically boring - an anti-virtue in a field where we hope to be astonished and startled and at some deep level refreshed. John Updike levels fields art I secretly understood: the primitive appeal of the hearth. Television is - its irresistible charm - a fire. John Updike burning fire heart Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it. John Updike countries-of-the-world russia country Looking foolish does the spirit good. John Updike fool spirit doe To be human is to be in the tense condition of a death-foreseeing, consciously libidinous animal. No other earthly creature suffers such a capacity for thought, such a complexity of envisioned but frustrated possibilities, such a troubling ability to question the tribal and biological imperatives. John Updike frustrated suffering animal Our brains are no longer conditioned for reverence and awe. We cannot imagine a Second Coming that would not be cut down to size by the televised evening news, or a Last Judgment not subject to pages of holier-than-thou second-guessing in The New York Review of Books. John Updike cutting new-york book Being on TV is like being alive, only more so. John Updike tvs alive television A woman’s beauty lies, not in any exaggeration of the specialized zones, nor in any general harmony that could be worked out by means of the sectio aurea or a similar aesthetic superstition; but in the arabesque of the spine. The curve by which the back modulates into the buttocks. It is here that grace sits and rides a woman’s body. John Updike curves mean lying So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls. John Updike rotting dandelions too-much I would rather have as my patron a host of anonymous citizens digging into their own pockets for the price of a book or a magazine than a small body of enlightened and responsible men administering public funds. I would rather chance my personal vision of truth striking home here and there in the chaos of publication that exists than attempt to filter it through a few sets of official, honorably public-spirited scruples. John Updike home book art The essence of government is concern for the widest possible public interest; the essence of the humanities, it seems to me, is private study, thought, and passion. Publicity is a essential to the one as privacy is to the other. John Updike passion government essence Writers take words seriously-perha ps the last professional class that does-and they struggle to steer their own through the crosswinds of meddling editors and careless typesetters and obtuse and malevolent reviewers into the lap of the ideal reader. John Updike editors struggle class The New England spirit does not seek solutions in a crowd; raw light and solitariness are less dreaded than welcomed as enhancers of our essential selves. John Updike essentials light self I complain a lot. That's one way of coping. But I'm in a profession where nobody tells you to quit. No board of other partners tells you it's time to get your gold watch, and no physical claim is made on you like an athlete or an actress. So I try to plug along on the theory that I can still do it. I still keep trying to produce prose, and some poetry, in the hope that I can find something to say about being alive, this country, but generally the human condition. John Updike athlete trying country I will try not to panic, to keep my standard of living modest and to work steadily, even shyly, in the spirit of those medieval carvers who so fondly sculpted the undersides of choir seats. John Updike panic work trying My father provided; he gathered things to himself and let them fall upon the world; my clothes, my food, my luxurious hopes had fallen to me from him, and for the first time his death seemed, even at its immense stellar remove of impossibility, a grave and dreadful threat. John Updike clothes father fall All men are mortal, and therefore all men are losers; our profoundest loyalty goes out to the failed. John Updike failure loyalty men How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old? John Updike running kids world Nothing seems to matter quite as much. I no longer think about death in the concentrated way I once did. I don't know? you get so old and you sort of give up in some way. You've had your period of angst, your period of religious desperation, and you've arrived at a philosophical position where you don't need, or you can't bear, to look at it. John Updike philosophical giving-up religious
