Author: Martin Amis

Cites

• Menippus (1)
  • IN: Dead Babies (1975) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: ...and so even when [the satirist] presents a vision of the future, his business is not prophecy, just as his subject is not tomorrow... it is today.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Greece
• Martin Amis (2)
  • IN: Money (1984) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: This is a suicide note. By the time you lay is aside (and you should always read these things slowly, on the lookout for clues or give-always), John Self will no longer exist. Or at any rate that's the idea.You never can tell, though, with suicide notes, can you? In the planetary aggregate of all life, there are many more suicide notes than there are suicides. They're like poems in that respect, suicide notes: nearly everyone tries their hand at them some time, with or without the talent. We all write them in our heads. Usually the note is the thing. You complete it, and then resume your time travel. It is the note and not the life that is cancelled out. Or the other way round. Or death. You can never tell, though, can you, with suicide notes. To whom is the note addressed? To Martina, to Fielding, to Vera, to Alec, to Selina, to Barry -- to John Self? No. It is meant for you out there, the dear, the gentle.
    FROM: NULL, (1981), Fictional, UK
  • IN: Lionel Asbo (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Who let the dogs in? … This, we fear, is going to be the question. Who let the dogs in? Who let the dogs in? Who? Who?
    FROM: Lionel Asbo, (2012), Author, US
• William Shakespeare (1)
  • IN: The Zone of Interest (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Round about the cauldron go; In the poisoned entrails throw: Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights hast thirty-one Sweltered venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. . Fillet of a fenny snake In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing. . Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravined salt sea shark, Root of hemlock digged i’ the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silvered in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab. . Cool it with a baboon’s blood; Then the charm is firm and good. I am in blood Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
    FROM: Macbeth, (1623), Play, UK
• Alexander Herzen (1)
  • IN: The Pregnant Widow (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The death of the contemporary forms of social order ought to gladden rather than trouble the soul. Yet what is frightening is that the departing world leaves behind it, not an heir, but a pregnant widow. Between the death of the one and the birth of the other, much water will flow by, a long night of chaos and desolation will pass.
    FROM: From the Other Shore, (1851), Book, Russia
• NULL (1)
  • IN: The Pregnant Widow (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: narcissism: n. excessive or erotic interest in oneself and one's physical appearance.
    FROM: Concise Oxford Dictionary, (1911), NULL, NULL
• Ted Hughes (1)
  • IN: The Pregnant Widow (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Now I am ready to tell how bodies are changes Into different bodies.
    FROM: The Metamorphoses, Tales from Ovid, (8), NULL, US

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• Martin Amis (2)
  • IN: Money (1984) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: This is a suicide note. By the time you lay is aside (and you should always read these things slowly, on the lookout for clues or give-always), John Self will no longer exist. Or at any rate that's the idea.You never can tell, though, with suicide notes, can you? In the planetary aggregate of all life, there are many more suicide notes than there are suicides. They're like poems in that respect, suicide notes: nearly everyone tries their hand at them some time, with or without the talent. We all write them in our heads. Usually the note is the thing. You complete it, and then resume your time travel. It is the note and not the life that is cancelled out. Or the other way round. Or death. You can never tell, though, can you, with suicide notes. To whom is the note addressed? To Martina, to Fielding, to Vera, to Alec, to Selina, to Barry -- to John Self? No. It is meant for you out there, the dear, the gentle.
    FROM: NULL, (1981), Fictional, UK
  • IN: Lionel Asbo (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Who let the dogs in? … This, we fear, is going to be the question. Who let the dogs in? Who let the dogs in? Who? Who?
    FROM: Lionel Asbo, (2012), Author, US
• Ian Rankin (1)
  • IN: Let It Bleed (1995) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Without women, life is a pub.
    FROM: Money, (1984), NULL, UK