Rabbit at Rest Quotes

“We are each of us like our little blue planet, hung in black space, upheld by nothing but our mutual reassurances, our loving lies.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Driving is boring," Rabbit pontificates, "but it's what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering why the hell you went.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“....his silence he has indicated that he is willing. He hasn't the strength any more, the excess vitality, for an affair—its danger, its demand performances, the secrecy added like a filigree to your normal life, your gnawing preoccupation with it and with the constant threat of its being discovered and ended.”
― Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Standing amid the tan, excited post-Christmas crowd at the Southwest Florida Regional Airport, Rabbit Angstrom has a funny sudden feeling that what he has come to meet, what's floating in unseen about to land, is not his son Nelson and daughter-in-law Pru and their two children but something more ominous and intimately his: his own death, shaped vaguely like an airplane.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“That's the genius of the capitalist system: Either you're rich, or you want to be, or you think you ought to be.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“TV families and your own are hard to tell apart, except your isn't interrupted every six minutes by commercials and theirs don't get bogged down into nothingness, a state where nothing happens, no skit, no zany visitors, no outburst on the laugh track, nothing at all but boredom and a lost feeling, especially when you get up in the morning and the moon is still shining and men are making noisy bets on the first tee.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“You are still you. The U.S. is still the U.S., held together by credit cards and Indian names”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Harry has heard this before. Thelma's voice is dutiful and deliberately calm, issuing small family talk when both know that what she wants to discuss is her old issue, that flared up a minute ago, of whether he loves her or not, or why at least he doesn't need her as much as she does him. But their relationship at the start was established with her in pursuit of him, and all the years since, of hidden meetings, of wise decisions to end it and thrilling abject collapses back into sex, have not disrupted the fundamental pattern of her giving and his taking, of her fearing their end more than he, and clinging, and disliking herself for clinging, and wanting to punish him for her dislike, and him shrugging and continuing to bask in the sun of her love, that rises every day whether he is there or not. He can't believe it, quite, and has to keep testing her.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“He settles back with a small handful of cashews; dry-roasted, they have a little acid sting to them, the tang of poison that he likes.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Her son is poisonous, Everything he touches. With all her maternal effort she's brought destruction into the world.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Rabbit realised the world was not solid and benign, it was a shabby set of temporary arrangements rigged up for the time being, all for the sake of money. You just passed through, and they milked you for what you were worth, mostly when you were young and gullible.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Inside, upstairs, where the planes are met, the spaces are long and low and lined in tasteful felt gray like that cocky stewardess's cap and filled with the kind of music you become aware of only when the elevator stops or when the dentist stops drilling. Plucked strings, no vocals, music that's used to being ignored, a kind of carpet in the air, to cover up a silence that might remind you of death.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“He imagines the plane exploding as it touches down, ignited by one of its glints, in a ball of red flame shadowed in black like you see on TV all the time, and he is shocked to find within himself, imagining this, not much emotion, just a cold thrill at being a witness, a kind of bleak wonder at the fury of chemicals, and relief that he hadn't been on the plane himself but was instead safe on this side of the glass, with his faint pronged sense of doom.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Tall as he is, there is no carrying the slope under his shirt as anything other than a loose gut, a paunch that in itself must weigh as much as a starving Ethiopian child.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“In a way, gluttony is an athletic feat, a stretching exercise.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“All his life seems to have been a journey into the bodies of women, why should his journey end now?”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“on this sand spit that a little rise in sea level because of Antarctica melting because of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere would wash away?”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“So when the system just upped one summer and decided to close Kroll’s down, just because shoppers had stopped coming in because the downtown had become frightening to white people,”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Though his inner sense of himself is of an innocuous passive spirit, a steady small voice, that doesn’t want to do any harm, get trapped anywhere, or ever die, there is this other self seen from outside, a six-foot-three ex-athlete weighing two-thirty at the least, an apparition wearing a sleek gray summer suit shining all over as if waxed and a big head whose fluffy shadowy hair was trimmed at Shear Joy Hair Styling (unisex, fifteen bucks minimum) to rest exactly on the ears, a fearsome bulk with eyes that see and hands that grab and teeth that bite, a body eating enough at one meal to feed three Ethiopians for a day, a shameless consumer of gasoline, electricity, newspapers, hydrocarbons, carbohydrates.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“But who would want to hitch up with such a slab of beef? She’d sink any Sunfish you’d try to sail with her now.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“The greenhouse effect, he thinks. The hole in the ozone. When the ice in Antarctica goes, we’ll all be drowned.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“I miss it,” he says. “The cold war. It gave you a reason to get up in the morning.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“There are certain things you love putting into your mouth—Nibs, Good & Plentys, dry-roasted peanuts, lima beans cooked not too soft—and the rest is more or less disagreeable mush, or meat that gives the teeth too tough a fight and if you think about it almost makes you gag.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Innocence is just an early stage of stupidity.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“Gay,” Harry says wearily. “We call them gay now.” He is still trying to keep up with America, as it changes styles and costumes and vocabulary, as it dances ahead ever young, ever younger. “And what did Lyle say then?”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“the depressing idea that nothing matters very much, we’ll all soon be dead.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“His wife is, it occurs to Harry, a channel that can’t be switched. The same slightly too-high forehead, the same dumb stubborn slot of a mouth, day after day, same time, same station.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“her wet hair turbanned in a bulky soft towel, her breasts showing cleavage but the nipples just off the screen, if only the screen were a little wider, if he could only slow the action down like in a kung-fu movie, for a thirtieth of a second there might have been a nipple,”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“But his voice comes out listless, and perhaps that is the saddest loss time brings, the lessening of excitement about anything.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest

“he sees his life as a silly thing it will be a relief to discard.”
― John Updike, Rabbit at Rest