as souls must cry when they awaken in tiny babies and find themselves far from heaven - John Updike

I must go to Nature disarmed of perspective and stretch myself like a large transparent canvas upon her in the hope that, my submission being perfect, the imprint of a beautiful and useful truth would be taken.

[Nelson, re watching TV] He watches until he feels his intelligence being too rudely insulted or his patience being too arrogantly tested by the commercials...

I want to write books that unlock the traffic jam in everybody's head.