Martin Amis Quotes

I've always felt like an alien trapped in a human form. We all do at some time or other; for me it's a permanent state, and I'm still unsure if Earth is a penance or a reward.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

I became the stage for the great argument between Nietzsche and Rousseau. I was the extra ready to take on all the roles.

Sometimes I'm not into being a human.

It was one of those times when you can feel the air in a room. Everything stood still. I can remember the T-shirt I was wearing and the bag I was carrying. I don't think I breathed for 15 minutes. It was a devastating moment. They said they wanted me to experience more things. OK. I began contemplating things. Maybe I should take LSD or become a hooker. I left Juilliard and was just meandering and drifting for a while. Thank God I had support from my family and close friends. Bad times.

I live with that contradiction daily. It is a constant struggle. I struggle very deeply. I don't think I've said this to anyone, but I've wondered if I just want to give up this world and live in the Congo and just be there. But I don't think that's what they need from me.

I've been having a midlife crisis since I was four years old.

In these years we are witnessing the gigantic spectacle of innumerable human lives wandering about lost in their own labyrinths, through not having anything to which to give themselves.

Just like ice, lives crack, too. Personalities. Identities.

I felt like I was literally losing myself as being the joyful, spiritual, passionate, exciting woman that I naturally had been.

There's still such chaos in me. Still so little firmly outlined. Just like my face: a formless mass that only takes on shape through the expression of the moment. The searching for our selves is the most agonizing

Modern life. Where are we running? Sometimes what we want is not always where we are... Are we alone? Is the real winter inside our hearts? We are all struggling for definition in a world that resists our increase.

You don't go through a deep personal transformation without some kind of dark night of the soul.

Several times I asked myself, "Can it be that I have overlooked something, that there is something which I have failed to understand? Is it not possible that this state of despair is common to everyone?" And I searched for an answer to my questions in every area of knowledge acquired by man. For a long time I carried on my painstaking search; I did not search casually, out of mere curiosity, but painfully, persistently, day and night, like a dying man seeking salvation. I found nothing.

In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

Sometimes things seem so unbearable in the middle of the night, don't they? In the middle of the night, we're all such children.

sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place.

Onscreen, babies and animals are my inspiration. They're so alive and there and not messed up in the head the way I am.

Often, warriors find their lives meaningless.

I am half a man, holy Jesus, what a drag.

It’s a pity if someone… has to console himself for the wreck of his days with the notion that somehow his voice, his work embodies the deepest, most obscure, freshest, rawest oyster of reality in the unfathomable refrigerator of the heart’s ocean, but I am such a one, and there you have it.