So if you ever felt something behind you, when you weren't even one, like welcome heat, like a bulb, like a sun, trying to shine right across the universe - it was me. Always me. It was me. It was me.
Martin AmisLove is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.
Martin AmisTo idealize: all writing is a campaign against clichรฉ. Not just clichรฉs of the pen but clichรฉs of the mind and clichรฉs of the heart.
Martin AmisThe satirist isn't just looking at things ironically but militantly - he wants to change them, and intends to have an effect on the world.
Martin Amis