John Updike Quotes
What more fiendish proof of cosmic irresponsibility than a Nature which, having invented sex as a way to mix genes, then permits to arise, amid all its perfumed and hypnotic inducements to mate, a tireless tribe of spirochetes and viruses that torture and kill us for following orders?
John Updike
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Many women do not want to venture out into the 'opinion world' until they are certain of themselves, the facts, and that they are right. They are afraid of being shot down. The result is often silence.
Madeleine M. Kunin
I never know what is going to have that 'X' factor and what isn't.
Cameron Mackintosh
Enthusiasm is the mother of effort, and without it nothing great was ever achieved.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I listen to a mixture of old jazz, contemporary, pop, some world beat stuff and various odds and ends.
Walter Becker
Steely Dan
I found a certain kind of music congenial to me; it never occurred to me to write music that was academically acceptable.
Carlisle Floyd
For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited, unknown.
A. R. Ammons
I see it every day: People trying to create a home that somebody else tells them they should have. I don't care if it's a magazine or a bossy friend - when somebody says, 'This is what's elegant, this is what's trendy,' if it doesn't represent you, you're not going to be happy.
Nate Berkus
It's true that the French have a certain obsession with sex, but it's a particularly adult obsession. France is the thriftiest of all nations; to a Frenchman sex provides the most economical way to have fun. The French are a logical race.
Anita Loos
The whole order of nature evinces a progressive march towards a higher life.
H. P. Blavatsky
MORAL: When Wealth walks in at the Door, the Press Agent comes in through the Window.
George Ade
What more fiendish proof of cosmic irresponsibility than a Nature which, having invented sex as a way to mix genes, then permits to arise, amid all its perfumed and hypnotic inducements to mate, a tireless tribe of spirochetes and viruses that torture and kill us for following orders?
John Updike