The only writer who gives me unfeigned pleasure is P. G. Wodehouse. And even him I find a bit heavy. He takes… — Martin Amis

The driver treated his cab as a peasant might treat his horse or ass, with numb and proprietorial cruelty. The bursts of acceleration were like long-toothed, lip-flapping exhalations; then came the looping whinny of the brakes.

Of all the forces, love is the strangest. ... Love can make a woman pick up a bus, or it can crush a man under the weight of a feather. Or it just lets everything go on as it was yesterday and will be tomorrow. That's the kind of force love is.

Someone watches over us when we write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.