Frases de John Updike

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“Estamos más vivos cuando estamos enamorados.”

“Las malas hierbas no saben que son malas hierbas.”

“Ese es el problema de preocuparse por alguien, comienza a sentirse sobreprotector. Entonces comienzas a sentirte abarrotado.”

“La cultura brasileña refleja más la africana que la americana. En los EE. UU. tenemos el jazz y casi que sólo eso. No existen personajes como Machado de Assis, un mulato considerado uno de los más grandes escritores del país.”

“Cuatro años de Harvard fueron suficientes. Todavía tengo mucho que aprender, pero se me ha dado la noción liberadora de que ahora puedo enseñarme a mí mismo.”

“El sexo es como el dinero, sólo 'demasiado' es suficiente.”

“Le da la sensación de estar rodeado de libertad, de oxígeno. Tothero es como un remolino de aire, y el edificio en el que se encuentra, las calles del pueblo, no son más que escaleras y pasadizos del espacio. Es tan perfecta y coherente la libertad en que se ha convertido el desorden del mundo gracias al simple estallido de su decisión, que todos los caminos parecen buenos, todos los movimientos serán caricias para su piel, y ni un solo átomo de su felicidad se alteraría si Tothero le dijera que en lugar de ir a una cita con dos chicas iban a reunirse con dos machos cabríos, o que no iban a Brewer sino al Tíbet".”

“Hay una cristalización que continúa en un poema que el joven puede sacar, pero que el hombre de mediana edad no puede.”

“... "Esa enfermedad que tiene hace un trabajo horrible en ti. Tus pulmones se llenan".”

“Eres cínico”

“No sabes lo que no sabes.”

“El uno mismo esencial es inocente, y cuando prueba su propia inocencia sabe que vive para siempre.”

“Su voz es apresurada, para mantenerse al día con su cerebro.”

“Ser capaz de escribir se convierte en una especie de escudo, una forma de esconderse, una forma de transformar demasiado instantáneamente el dolor en miel.”

“El olor a buen consejo siempre hace que Rabbit quiera correr hacia el otro lado.”

“Ahora que tengo sesenta años, veo por qué la idea de la sabiduría de los ancianos ha pasado de la moneda.”

“[eres una mujer en la televisión en la rueda de la fortuna] Ella te enorgullece de ser un mamífero de dos patas.”

“Los automóviles solían tener formas tan elegantes, como los aviones, cuando el combustible era barato, veinticinco centavos por galón.”

“La celebridad es una máscara que se come en la cara.”

“[en el hospital, Janice hablando con el Dr. Olman en presencia de Harry en la sala] "¿Qué le pasa exactamente a su corazón?"”

“There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.”

“Did Nelson ever tell you the story," Pru asks Annabelle, "how he lost the agency up his nose?”

“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.”

“Her sentences march under a harsh sun that bleaches color from them but bestows a peculiar, invigorating, Pascalian clarity.”

“His wife is, it occurs to Harry, a channel that can't be switched. The same slightly too-high forehead, the same dumb stubborn slot of a mouth, day after day, same time, same station.”

“The difficulty with humorists is that they will mix what they believe with what they don't; whichever seems likelier to win an effect.”

“When Rabbit first began to drive the road was full of old fogeys going too slow and now it seems nothing but kids in a hell of a hurry, pushing. Let 'em by, is his motto. Maybe they'll kill themselves on a telephone pole in the next mile. He hopes so.”

“The houses, many of them no longer lived in by the people whose faces he all knew, are like the houses in a town you see from the train, their brick faces blank in posing the riddle, Why does anyone live here? Why was he set down here, why is this town, a dull suburb of a third-rate city, for him the center and index of a universe that contains immense prairies, mountains, deserts, forests, cities, seas? This childish mystery—the mystery of ‘any place,’ prelude to the ultimate, ‘Why am I me?’—ignites panic in his heart.”

“You don’t stop caring, champ. You still care about that little girl whose underpants you saw in kindergarten. Once you care, you always care. That’s how stupid we are.”

“The male sense of space must differ from that of the female, who has such interesting, active, and significant inner space. The space that interests men is outer. The fly ball high against the sky, the long pass spiraling overhead, the jet fighter like a scarcely visible pinpoint nozzle laying down its vapor trail at 40,000 feet, the gazelle haunch flickering just beyond arrow-reach, the uncountable stars sprinkled on their great black wheel, the horizon, the mountaintop, the quasar — these bring portents with them and awaken a sense of relation with the invisible, with the empty. The ideal male body is taut with lines of potential force, a diagram extending outward; the ideal female body curves around centers of repose.”

“Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.”

“Government is either organized benevolence or organized madness; its peculiar magnitude permits no shading.”

“I moved to New England partly because it has a real literary past. The ghosts of Hawthorne and Melville still sit on those green hills. The worship of Mammon is also somewhat lessened there by the spirit of irony. I don't get hay fever in New England either.”

“Thirty-six years old and he knows less than when he started. With the difference that now he knows how little he'll always know.”

“Life is a hill that gets steeper the more you climb.”

“Four years was enough of Harvard. I still had a lot to learn, but had been given the liberating notion that now I could teach myself.”

“An author that's in now might be out in ten years. And vice-versa. Who knows when the final sifting is done, in the year 2050, say, who will be read of my generation? You'd like to think you will be one. But there has to be a constant weeding that goes on. The Victorians read all kinds of writers who we don't have time for now. Who reads Thackeray? An educated person reads Dickens, or reads some Dickens. But Thackeray?”

“Halfway isn't all the way, but it's better than no way.”

“[about the past, and Mary Ann, before Harry went to do his two years in the army] Maybe she sensed something about him. A loser. Though at eighteen he looked like a winner.”

“The creative writer uses his life as well as being its victim; he can control, in his work, the self-presentation that in actuality is at the mercy of a thousand accidents.”

“Whenever somebody tells me to do something my instinct's always to do the opposite. It's got me into a lot of trouble, but I've had a lot of fun.”

“Your children's losing battle with time seems even sadder than your own.”

“Nelson wonders why, no matter how cheerful and blameless the day's activities have been, when you wake in the middle of the night there is guilt in the air, a gnawing feeling of everything being slightly off, wrong – you in the wrong, and the world too, as if darkness is a kind of light that shows us the depth we are about to fall into.”

“Yes, there is a ton of information on the web, but much of it is egregiously inaccurate, unedited, unattributed and juvenile.”

“When you feel irresistable, you're hard to resist.”

“But for a few phrases from his letters and an odd line or two of his verse, the poet walks gagged through his own biography.”

“Mim has hung up. She has a life to get on with.”

“A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.”

“"… Nelson'll be thirty-three in a couple of months." He thinks it would be a waste of breath, and maybe offensive, to explain to Mr Shimada that at that same age Jesus Christ was old enough to be crucified and redeem mankind.”