Martin Amis citáty a výroky
Martin Amis: Citáty v angličtine
Review of The Day of Creation by J. G. Ballard, p. 109
The War Against Cliché: Essays and Reviews 1971-2000 (2001)
"Hugh Hefner" (1985)
The Moronic Inferno and Other Visits to America (1986)
"Political Correctness: Robert Bly and Philip Larkin" (1997)
"Political Correctness: Robert Bly and Philip Larkin" (1997)
“Someone watches over us when we write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.”
London Fields (1989)
"Political Correctness: Robert Bly and Philip Larkin" (1997)
“Being inoffensive, and being offended, are now the twin addictions of the culture.”
"First Lady on Trial" The Sunday Times [London] (17 March 1996) (Online text in PDF format) http://www.martinamisweb.com/commentary_files/ma_takesavillage.pdf#search=%22%22now%20the%20twin%20addictions%20of%20the%20culture%22%22
"Political Correctness: Robert Bly and Philip Larkin" (1997)
Opening paragraph of his review of Little Wilson and Big God: Being the First Part of the Confessions of Anthony Burgess, p. 123
The War Against Cliché: Essays and Reviews 1971-2000 (2001)
"Kurt Vonnegut" (1983)
The Moronic Inferno and Other Visits to America (1986)
Interview with Robert Birnbaum (8 December 2003) http://www.identitytheory.com/interviews/birnbaum135.php
"Political Correctness: Robert Bly and Philip Larkin" (1997)
"The voice of the lonely crowd" (2002)
or so sang the critics. Hannibal is a genre novel, and all genre novels contain dead sentences - unless you feel the throb of life in such periods as 'Tommaso put the lid back on the cooler' or 'Eric Pickford answered' or 'Pazzi worked like a man possessed' or 'Margot laughed in spite of herself' or 'Bob Sneed broke the silence.' What these commentators must be thinking of, I suppose, are the bits when Harris goes all blubbery and portentous (every other phrase a spare tyre), or when, with a fugitive poeticism, he swoons us to a dying fall: 'Starling looked for a moment through the wall, past the wall, out to forever and composed herself...' 'It seemed forever ago...' 'He looked deep, deep into her eyes...' 'His dark eyes held her whole...' Needless to say, Harris has become a serial murderer of English sentences, and Hannibal is a necropolis of prose.
Review of Hannibal by Thomas Harris, p. 240
The War Against Cliché: Essays and Reviews 1971-2000 (2001)