“[re the human heart] That little electric twitch: without it we're so much rotting meat.”

—  John Updike, book Rabbit at Rest

Rabbit at Rest (1990)

Adopted from Wikiquote. Last update June 3, 2021. History

Help us to complete the source, original and additional information

Do you have more details about the quote "[re the human heart] That little electric twitch: without it we're so much rotting meat." by John Updike?
John Updike photo
John Updike240
American novelist, poet, short story writer, art critic, an… 1932–2009

Related quotes

H. G. Wells photo

“Raymond Passworthy: But… we're such little creatures. Poor humanity's so fragile, so weak. Little… little animals.”

H. G. Wells book The Shape of Things to Come

Things to Come (1936)

Ben Croshaw photo

“Ctrl+Alt+Del is the Rubbish King, sitting proudly on a throne of rotting meat.”

Ben Croshaw (1983) English video game journalist

http://au.gamespot.com/pages/news/show_blog_entry.php?topic_id=26300119 <br class="br">Other Articles

Colin Spencer photo

“Further, it should be clear that meat in itself as protein is not much superior to eggs or nuts and could not alter the evolution of the brain – if this were so, this miracle food would have continued to enlarge humans’ brain size in succeeding years when much greater amounts of meat were consumed.”

Colin Spencer (1933) British writer

The Heretic&#x27;s Feast: A History of Vegetarianism (Hanover and London: University Press of New England, 1996), p. 16 https://books.google.it/books?id=rIjZo-cvifAC&amp;pg=PA16.

Peter M. Senge photo

“Real learning gets to the heart of what it means to be human. Through learning we re-create ourselves.”

Peter M. Senge (1947) American scientist

The Art and Practice of the Learning Organization (1990)
Context: Real learning gets to the heart of what it means to be human. Through learning we re-create ourselves. Through learning we become able to do something we never were able to do. Through learning we reperceive the world and our relationship to it. Through learning we extend our capacity to create, to be part of the generative process of life. There is within each of us a deep hunger for this type of learning.

John Osborne photo

“Why don't we have a little game? Let's pretend that we're human beings, and that we're actually alive.”

John Osborne Look Back in Anger

Source: Look Back in Anger

Bruce Springsteen photo

“Baby, in a world without pity,
Do you think what I'm askin's too much?
I just want to feel you in my arms,
Share a little of that Human Touch.
Feel a little of that Human Touch.
Give me a little of that Human Touch.”

Bruce Springsteen (1949) American singer and songwriter

"Human Touch"
Song lyrics, Human Touch (1992)

Anton Chekhov photo

“Prudence and justice tell me that in electricity and steam there is more love for man than in chastity and abstinence from meat.”

Anton Chekhov (1860–1904) Russian dramatist, author and physician

Letter to A.S. Suvorin (March 27, 1894)
Letters

Vālmīki photo

“What a crime! There was not one bit of meat on that little bird. What use is a world run all wrong without a grain of mercy on it?”

Vālmīki Legendary Indian poet, author of the Ramayana

In. p. 7-8.
Perceiving the words thought by Valmiki, Brahma told him "So, by a river, the world's first verse has been born from pity, and love and compassion for a tiny bird has made you a poet. Use your discovery to tell Rama's story, and your verses will defeat Time. As make you poem, Rama's life will be revealed to you, and no word of yours will be untrue.

Daniel Abraham photo

“There are no souls, Melba thought with a touch of pity. We are bags of meat with a little electricity running through them. No ghosts, no spirits, no souls. The only thing that survives is the story people tell about you. The only thing that matters is your name.”

Daniel Abraham (1969) speculative fiction writer from the United States

Source: Abaddon's Gate (2013), Chapter 11 (p. 121)

“No offense to your father, Jim, but let's face it—the man's dead. Dead, dead, dead. Moldering in the ground, being eaten by worms, and…what's that kind of fly that lays its eggs in rotting meat? You know the ones, little white maggots wriggling everywhere. Those.”

Arthur M. Jolly (1969) American writer

Squire Trelawney, Act I, Scene 1
Long Joan Silver (2013)

Related topics