Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Meandering we go . . .

A birthday salute to John Hoyer Updike (March 18, 1932 – January 27, 2009), novelist, poet, short story writer, art critic, and literary critic. He was oft referred to as the "Lyrical Writer of the Middle-Class Man". He wrote more than fifty books, including collections of short stories, poems, essays, and criticism. His novels have won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, the American Book Award, the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Rosenthal Award, and the Howells Medal.

"The essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives for ever." - John Updike

“What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.” - John Updike

"Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them." - John Updike

"Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings." - John Updike

"We are most alive when we're in love." - John Updike

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