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Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.
John Updike
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John Updike
Truth should not be forced; it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided to bestow herself upon a certain man.
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Truth should not be forced; it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided to bestow herself upon a certain man.
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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.
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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.
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The Founding Fathers in their wisdom decided that children were an unnatural strain on parents. So they provided jails called schools, equipped with tortures called an education.
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The Founding Fathers in their wisdom decided that children were an unnatural strain on parents. So they provided jails called schools, equipped with tortures called an education.
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What interests me is why men think of women as witches. It's because they're so fascinating and exasperating, so other.
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What interests me is why men think of women as witches. It’s because they’re so fascinating and exasperating, so other.
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Americans have been conditioned to respect newness, whatever it costs them.
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Americans have been conditioned to respect newness, whatever it costs them.
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What art offers is space – a certain breathing room for the spirit.
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What art offers is space – a certain breathing room for the spirit.
John Updike
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We are most alive when we’re in love.
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We are most alive when we’re in love.
John Updike
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