The writer John Updike died today at age 76...... I started looking through some of the words that he shared with the world, and these few felt rather poignant today.
"Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them."
"A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens."
"We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one."
j o h n u p d i k e
Hope - still
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Hope is bloody-knuckled and bruised
From punching the wall in an attempt
To break it down.
Hope knows the only way through
Is through
And time heals
And...
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