The Witches of Eastwick Quotes

“Some people find fall depressing, others hate spring. I've always been a spring person myself. All that growth, you can feel Nature groaning, the old bitch; she doesn't want to do it, not again, no, anything but that, but she has to. It's a fucking torture rack, all that budding and pushing, the sap up the tree trunks, the weeds and the insects getting set to fight it out once again, the seeds trying to remember how the hell the DNA is supposed to go, all that competition for a little bit of nitrogen; Christ, it's cruel.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Wickedness was like food: once you got started it was hard to stop; the gut expanded to take in more and more.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“We wake at different times, and the gallantest flowers are those that bloom in the cold.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“The universe is a pointless, self running machine, and we are insignificant by-products, whom death will tuck back into oblivion, with or without holy fanfare.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“America teaches its children that every passion can be transmuted into an occasion to buy.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“We all dream, and we all stand aghast at the mouth of the caves of our deaths; and this is our way in. into the nether world”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Men, they were able to conjure it up immediately, that was one of their powers, that thunderous splashing as they stood lordly above the bowl. Everything about them was more direct, their insides weren’t the maze women’s were, for the pee to find its way through.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Which witch is which?”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Ever since, two summers ago, Joe Marino had begun to come into her bed, a preposterous fecundity had overtaken the staked plans, out in the side garden where the southwestern sun slanted in through the line of willows each long afternoon. The crooked little tomato branches, pulpy and pale as if made of cheap green paper, broke under the weight of so much fruit; there was something frantic in such fertility, a crying-out like that of children frantic to please. Of plants, tomatoes seemed the most human, eager and fragile and prone to rot. Picking the watery orange-red orbs, Alexandra felt she was cupping a giant lover’s testicles in her hand.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Nature is the index and context of all health and if we have an appetite it is there to be satisfied, satisfying thereby the cosmic order.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“... full of the belief that a conspiracy of women upholds the world.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Getting old could be jolly, if you stayed strong.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“She went through some motions of housekeeping. Why was there nothing to sleep in but beds that had to be remade, nothing to eat from but dishes that had to be washed?”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Martyrs of a sort they were, these children, along with the town drunk, in his basketball sneakers and buttonless overcoat, draining blackberry brandy from a paper bag as he sat on his bench in Kazmierczak Square, risking nightly death by exposure; martyrs too of a sort were the men and women hastening to adulterous trysts, risking disgrace and divorce for their fix of motel love—all sacrificing the outer world to the inner, proclaiming with this priority that everything solid-seeming and substantial is in fact a dream, of less account than a merciful rush of feeling.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“An earth hard as iron lay locked beneath a sky whose mottled clouds spit snow like ashes sucked up a chimney and then dispersed with the smoke.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Nature kills constantly, and we call her beautiful”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“A interessarci è quello che resta nella mente, quello che le nostre vite lasciano nell'aria.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Per sopravvivere dobbiamo alleggerirci. Non dobbiamo aggrapparci alle cose. La salvezza si trova nella diminuzione, poiché solo diventando radi e sottili possiamo lasciare entrare il nuovo.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Che senso ha la natura, se non si adatta?"
"Lo fa, ma solo fino a un certo punto. Dopo si offende".”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“La vecchia signora Lovercraft, con l'aura magenta dozzinale di chi è soddisfatto della sua vita e sicuro di andare in Paradiso [...].”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“the past is often romanticized, that when it was the present it had that same curious hollowness we all feel now.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Not until midlife did she truly believe that she had a right to exist, that the forces of nature had created her not as an afterthought and companion—a bent rib, as the infamous Malleus Maleficarum had it—but as the mainstay of the continuing Creation, as the daughter of a daughter and a woman whose daughters in turn would bear daughters.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“...little is more precious in an affair for a man than being welcomed into a house he has done nothing to support, or more momentous for the woman than this welcoming, this considered largesse, her house his, his on the strength of his cock alone, his cock and company, the smell and amusement and weight of him — no buying you with mortgage payments, no blackmailing you with shared children, but welcomed simply, into the walls of yourself, an admission dignified by freedom and equality.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Not until midlife did she truly believe that she had a right to exist, that the forces of nature had created her not as an afterthought and companion - a bent rib, as the infamous Malleus Maleficarum had it - but as the mainstay of the continuing Creation, as the daughter of a daughter and a woman whose daughters in turn would bear daughters.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Nature is always waiting, watching for you to lose faith so she can insert her fatal stitch”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“She had grown up with they type, science majors with little straight mouths and receding hairlines and those plastic liners in their shirt pockets in case their pens leaked, working away systematically at the problems, with government funds and nice little wives and children to go home to at night. But then she recognized this thought as sheer prejudice left over from her old life, before sheer womanhood had exploded within her and she realized that the world men had systematically made was all dreary poison, good for nothing really but battlefields and waste sites.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Men are absolutely shits, but we get them in the end because we can suffer better. A woman can outsuffer a man every time.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Nature kills constantly, and we call her beautiful.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

“Of plants tomatoes seemed the most human, eager and fragile and prone to rot.”
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick