If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
John UpdikeRead
It skims in through the eye, and by means of the utterly delicate retina hurls shadows like insect legs inward for translation. Then an immense space opens up in silence and an endlessly fecund sub-universe the writer descends, and asks the reader to descend after him, not merely to gain instructions but also to experience delight, the delight of mind freed from matter and exultant in the strength it has stolen from matter.
Interpretation
This quote describes the profound experience of reading as a journey into an imaginative world, offering both insight and pleasure.
John Updike illustrates the transformative power of literature through vivid imagery, emphasizing how reading allows the mind to transcend the physical world. The quote evokes the sense of wonder and exploration that comes from engaging with a text, inviting readers to not only learn but to delight in the creative freedom that storytelling can provide.
In practice
In a book club discussion, to emphasize the richness of the reading experience.
If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of. _x000D_ _x000D_ Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.
Museums and bookstores should feel, I think, like vacant lots - places where the demands on us are our own demands, where the spirit can find exercise in unsupervised play.
But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.
The reader knows the writer better than he knows himself; but the writer's physical presence is light from a star that has moved on.
To guarantee the individual maximum freedom within a social frame of minimal laws ensures - if not happiness - its hopeful pursuit.
Nothing is contrived. At night, the clothes should pour like liquid over the body.
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Often I listen to songs on repeat for days and days at a time. There's something hypnotic or meditative, and it mirrors the way that I am putting the sentence together, going back over the same phrases again and again.
It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance, for our consideration and application of these things, and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.
There comes a moment when it is no longer you who takes the photograph, but receives the way to do it quite naturally and fully.
The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color.
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