Going through old papers this evening, I came across some quotes I wrote down while reading John Updike's book of short stories called The Music School.
I don't know why I didn't use them in the post I wrote about the collection. I suppose it's impossible to quote all the great bits of Updike, but since I've got them, I thought I'd add them to the blog. I especially like the first and last:
"the unqualified righteousness with which our own acts, however admittedly miscalculated, invest themselves."
"I imagine warmth leaning against my door, and open the door to let it in; sunlight falls flat at my feet like a penitent."
"His voice was faint and far, like wind caught in a bottle."
Ploughing, "like a slow brush repainting the parched pallor of the winter-faded land with the wet dark colour of loam."
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