John Updike Quotes About Mothers

Quotes about: Mothers

• The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze.

  John Updike

  Football, Mother, Morning

• ...but with his mother there's no question of liking him they're not even in a way separate people he began in her stomach and if she gave him life she can take it away and if he feels that withdrawal it will be the grave itself.

  John Updike

  Mother, People, Withdrawal

  John Updike (2003). “Rabbit, run ; Rabbit redux”

• In asking forgiveness of women for our mythologizing of their bodies, for being unreal about them, we can only appeal to their own sexuality, which is different but not basically different, perhaps, from our own. For women, too, there seems to be that tangle of supplication and possessiveness, that descent toward infantile undifferentiation, that omnipotent helplessness, that merger with the cosmic mother-warmth, that flushed pulse-quickened leap into overestimation, projection, general mix-up.

  John Updike

  Mother, War, Pulse

  John Updike (1991). “Odd Jobs: Essays and Criticism”, Alfred A. Knopf

• We all begin life as parasites within the mother, and writers begin their existence imitatively, within the body of letters.

  John Updike

  Mother, Body, Letters

  JOHN UPDIKE (1965). “ASSORTED PROSE”

• The worst thing in the world is a bitter woman. That's one thing about your mother, she's never been bitter.

  John Updike

  Mother, Women, World

  John Updike (1963). “The Centaur”, Ballantine Books

• My mother didn't raise me to be a critic, but I seem to have become one anyway.

  John Updike

  Mother, Critics, Raises

  Source: www.neh.gov

• You write because you don't talk very well, and maybe one of the reasons that I was determined to write was that I wasn't an orator, unlike my mother and my grandfather, who both spoke beautifully and spoke all the time. Maybe I grew up with too many voices around me, as a matter of fact.

  John Updike

  Mother, Writing, Voice

  Source: www.achievement.org

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