The only writer who gives me unfeigned pleasure is P.G. Wodehouse. And even him I find a bit heavy. He takes a lot out of me. Scratching my hair, with soft whistles, with lips aquiver, I frown over Sunset at Blandings. Martin Amis More Quotes by Martin Amis More Quotes From Martin Amis Screw-top wine has improved the quality of life by about ten percent, wouldn't you say? Martin Amis quality screws wine Love might have expanded her. But we are not all of us going to get loved. We are not all of us going to get expanded. Martin Amis might I am easily moved to tears and rarely survive a visit to the cinema without shedding them, racked, as I am, by the most perfunctory, meretricious or even callously sentimental attempts at poignancy (something about the exterior of the human face, so vast and palpable, with the eyes and the lips: it is all writ too large for me, too immediate for me.) Martin Amis cinema tears eye All my adult life I have been searching for the right adjective to describe my father's peculiarly aggressive comic style. I recently settled on 'defamatory. Martin Amis style adults father Time, the human dimension, which makes us everything we are. Martin Amis dimensions humans time How incredibly avaricious the whole operation was, the way they made the Jews pay for their tickets in the railway cars to the death camps. Yeah, and the rates for a third-class ticket, one way. And half price for children.... It was a kind of exploration of evil. Just how bad can we get? Martin Amis car class children You get the feeling that childhood does not last as long as it used to. Innocence gets harder to hold on to as the world gets older, as it accumulates more experience, more mileage and more blood on the tracks. Martin Amis track long blood My friendship with the Hitch has always been perfectly cloudless. It is a love whose month is ever May. Martin Amis my-friendship months may My father always had doubts about the Booker prize, although they evaporated on the announcement that he had won it. Martin Amis announcements doubt father Because we are all poets or babies in the middle of the night, struggling with being. Martin Amis struggle baby night [On STDs] This be Nature’s way of recommending monogamy. Martin Amis stds monogamy way While clearly an impregnable masterpiece, Don Quixote suffers from one fairly serious flaw--that of outright unreadability. Martin Amis flaws serious suffering My belief is that everything that's written about you is actually secondary showbiz nonsense, and you shouldn't take any notice of it. Martin Amis nonsense written belief Standing in the nordic nook of the kitchen, I can gaze down at the flimsy-limbed joggers heading south towards the Park. It's nearly as bad as New York. Some of these gasping fatsos, these too-little-too-late artists, they look as though they're running up rising ground, climbing ground. My generation, we started all this. Before, everyone was presumably content to feel like death the whole time. Now they want to feel terrific for ever. Martin Amis artist new-york running It is straightforward — and never mind, for now, about plagues and famines: if God existed, and if he cared for humankind, he would never have given us religion. Martin Amis atheism atheist mind Money doesn't mind if we say it's evil, it goes from strength to strength. It's a fiction, an addiction, and a tacit conspiracy. Martin Amis addiction evil mind Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark - spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving. Martin Amis sparks time moving Much modern prose is praised for its terseness, its scrupulous avoidance of curlicue, etcetera. But I don't feel the deeper rhythm there. I don't think these writers are being terse out of choice. I think they are being terse because it's the only way they can write. Martin Amis choices writing thinking September 11 was a day of de-Enlightenment. Politics stood revealed as a veritable Walpurgis Night of the irrational. And such old, old stuff. The conflicts we now face or fear involve opposed geographical arenas, but also opposed centuries or even millennia. It is a landscape of ferocious anachronisms: nuclear jihad in the Indian subcontinent; the medieval agonism of Islam; the Bronze Age blunderings of the Middle East. Martin Amis september-11 islam night America has had much more respect for its writers because they had to define what America was. America wasn't sure what it was. Martin Amis america