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Love 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.
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Martin Amis |
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And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.
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time
life
aging
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Martin Amis |
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Life is made of fear. Some people eat fear soup three times a day. Some people eat fear soup all the meals there are. I eat it sometimes. When they bring me fear soup to eat, I try not to eat it, I try to send it back. But sometimes I'm too afraid to and have to eat it anyway.
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social-anxiety
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Martin Amis |
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9c5c41f
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When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable
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past
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Martin Amis |
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7748fcf
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Oh Christ, the exhaustion of not knowing anything. It's so tiring and hard on the nerves. It really takes it out of you, not knowing anything. You're given comedy and miss all the jokes. Every hour you get weaker. Sometimes, as I sit alone in my flat in London and stare at the window, I think how dismal it is, how heavy, to watch the rain and not know why it falls.
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Martin Amis |
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Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything.
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Martin Amis |
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a899948
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The universe is a million billion light-years wide, and every inch of it would kill you if you went there. This is the position of the universe with regards to human life.
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humor
inspirational
satire
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Martin Amis |
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bb62083
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He awoke at six, as usual. He needed no alarm clock. He was already comprehensively alarmed.
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humour
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Martin Amis |
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It seems to me that you need a lot of courage, or a lot of something, to enter into others, into other people. We all think that everyone else lives in fortresses, in fastnesses: behind moats, behind sheer walls studded with spikes and broken glass. But in fact we inhabit much punier structures. We are, as it turns out, all jerry-built. Or not even. You can just stick your head under the flap of the tent and crawl right in. If you get the o..
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Martin Amis |
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What did Nabokov and Joyce have in common, apart from the poor teeth and the great prose? Exile, and decades of near pauperism. A compulsive tendency to overtip. An uxoriousness that their wives deservedly inspired. More than that, they both lived their lives 'beautifully'--not in any Jamesian sense (where, besides, ferocious solvency would have been a prerequisite), but in the droll fortitude of their perseverance. They got the work done, ..
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Martin Amis |
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I gestured at my litre of fizzy red wine. "Want a drop of this?" I asked him. No thanks. I try not to drink at lunchtime." So do I. But I never quite make it." I feel like shit all day if I drink at lunchtime." Me too. But I feel like shit all lunchtime if I don't." Yes, well it all comes down to choices, doesn't it?" he said. "It's the same in the evenings. Do you want to feel good at night or do you want to feel good in the morning? It's ..
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Martin Amis |
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e824dce
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Love 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. We can't tell if it will survive us. But we can be sure that it's the last thing to go.
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Martin Amis |
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a6f1c9b
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You can kill time in a number of ways but it always depends on the kind of time you're fighting: some time is unkillable, immortal
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Martin Amis |
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67a0d78
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I have always derived great comfort from William Shakespeare. After a depressing visit to the mirror or an unkind word from a girlfriend or an incredulous stare in the street, I say to myself: 'Well. Shakespeare looked like shit.' It works wonders.
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Martin Amis |
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Si eres pequeno y aquello de lo que te evades es grande (?no han tenido nunca este sueno?), el unico escondrijo posible es algun reducto muy pequeno en el que la cosa grande no pueda entrar. Pero lo malo es que tienes que quedarte ahi, en ese sitio tan pequeno, y a veces hasta encogerte para retroceder mas aun. Estoy cansado de ese sitio tan pequeno. Estoy hasta los putos huevos de ese sitio tan diminuto. Estoy harto de que me miren sin yo ..
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Martin Amis |
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4d424ae
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Since Henry Miller's Tropic books, of course, it has become difficult to talk sensibly about girls' c*nts.
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Martin Amis |
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a197b7c
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We bring Kingsley comfort, by being here, but only one visitor has brought him any pleasure: Jaime. He enjoyed, he exulted in Jaime - because the dew is yet on him, the glamour is yet on him. Jaime brought his youth, in all its Conradian force (youth, that 'mighty power'). I haven't got any youth to offer my father. This year has closed my youth. I'm sorry, Dad: I haven't got any . . . Sometimes I imagine that the dead are allowed to watch ..
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Martin Amis |
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81e354a
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One recalls John Updike's argument: the only evidence for the existence of God is the collective human yearning that it should be so.
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Martin Amis |
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988e872
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Being inoffensive, and being offended, are now the twin addictions of the culture.
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Martin Amis |
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2096252
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I am] secular to the bones, but not an atheist.
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Martin Amis |
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b8bcc39
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The true manipulator never has a reputation for manipulating.
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Martin Amis |
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48a04d2
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Our vulgar delight in American vulgarity.
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Martin Amis |
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3f62f82
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The doltish euphemism of conglomerate America.
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Martin Amis |
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ecc1308
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Weapons are like money; no one knows the meaning of enough.
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Martin Amis |
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cfa9927
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The arms race is a race between nuclear weapons and ourselves.
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Martin Amis |
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a04f272
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Someone watches over us when we write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.
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Martin Amis |
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7a47672
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Laughter always forgives.
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Martin Amis |
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819eb60
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Envy is negative empathy.
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Martin Amis |
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dc02471
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You know, it's not the rich who're really different from us. It's the beautiful.
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Martin Amis |