Martin Amis Quotes

Then climate is a great impediment to idle persons; we often resolve to give up the care of the weather, but still we regard the clouds and the rain.

It always seems to be raining harder than it really is when you look at the weather through the window.

We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.

Bad weather always looks worse through a window.

I'm a big follower and reactor to weather.

The climate informs the character.

Among all of our uncertainties weather is the most basic. We can’t live without it and we can’t control it.

In Iceland, the weather is the biggest character you deal with every day. There's nothing more relevant in your life than what kind of weather it is.

Los Angeles traffic is just the worst thing in the world. It throws off timing so much. However, it's always warm and sunny. New Jersey has absolutely terrible weather, but the environment is really homey and chill.

Dude, are my eyes seeing what my brain is telling my eyes that they're seeing?

Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.

...they told me of color, that it was an illusion of the eye, an event in the perceiver's mind, not in the object; they told me that color had no reality; indeed, they told me that color did not inhere in a physical body any more than pain was in a needle. And then they imprisoned me in darkness; and though there was no color there, I still was black, and they still were white; and for that, they bound and gagged me.

In the dark, all cats are black.

. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing

When the foot of the' mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also when the ground and basis of a disaster is not clear to us.

Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes.

Storms purify the atmosphere.

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night.

Thunder only happens when it's raining.

Slight changes simply make a blur.

I am filled with humidity.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

Make the visible a little hard to see.

I believe in low lights and trick mirrors.

He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves.