Martin Amis

England
Born on 25 Aug 1949
Writer

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Maybe love will be like driving. When people move � when they travel�they look where they�ve come from, not where they�re going.

Time's Arrow
Belief is otiose; reality is sufficiently awesome as it stands.

The Second Plane: 14 Responses to September 11
They did more than take our youth away. They also took away the men we were going to be.

House of Meetings
He was an artist when he saw society: it never crossed his mind that society had to be like this; had any right, had any business being like this. A car in the street. Why? Why cars? This is what an artist has to be: harassed to the point of insanity or stupefaction by first principles.
My theory is - we don't really go that far into other people, even when we think we do. We hardly ever go in and bring them out. We just stand at the jaws of the cave, and strike a match, and quickly as if anybody's there.

Money
Your purpose when driving is not to arrive at your destination safely or quickly. Your purpose when driving is... to impress your personality on the road.
Religious belief is without reason and without dignity, and its record is near-universally dreadful.

The Second Plane: 14 Responses to September 11
Because we are all poets or babies in the middle of the night, struggling with being.

London Fields
The deal with multiculturalism is that the only culture you're allowed to disapprove of is your own.
People? People are chaotic quiddities living in one cave each. They pass the hours in amorous grudge and playback and thought experiment. At the campfire they put the usual fraction on exhibit, and listen to their own silent gibber about how they're feeling and how they're going down. We've been there.

London Fields
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays