"Each
morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled,
to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand
the marsh of blank paper." John Updike 1977
"I
think taste is a social concept and not an artistic one.
Im willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody elses
living room, but our reading life is too short for a writer to be in
any way polite. Since his words enter into anothers brain in silence
and intimacy, he should be as honest and explicit as we are with ourselves.
" John Updike 1977
"We
walk through volumes of the unexpressed and like snails leave behind
a faint thread excreted out of ourselves."
John Updike, "The Blessed Man of Boston"