Thursday, 26 March 2009

"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." Martin Amis

"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 the same with life. Do you want to feel good young or do you want to feel good old? One or the other, not both.”
“Isn’t it a tragedy?”" Martin Amis



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