Night Train Quotes

“It used to be said, not so long ago, that every suicide gave Satan special pleasure. I don't think that's true—unless it isn't true either that the Devil is a gentleman. If the Devil has no class at all, then okay, I agree: He gets a bang out of suicide. Because suicide is a mess. As a subject for study, suicide is perhaps uniquely incoherent. And the act itself is without shape and without form. The human project implodes, contorts inward—shameful, infantile, writhing, gesturing. It's a mess in there.”
― Martin Amis, Night Train

“It’s a drag, not being young, but at least I don’t have to take a test tomorrow morning.”
― Martin Amis, Night Train

“Is that why the parents of dead children spend half the rest of their lives in darkened rooms? Are they hoping the ghosts will return with all their original power? She”
― Martin Amis, Night Train

“Black holes mean oblivion. Mean death.
And Hawking has been staring at death all his adult life. Hawking could see.”
― martin amis, Night Train

“Suicide is a mind-body problem that ends violently and without any winner. I”
― Martin Amis, Night Train

“Suicide is the night train, speeding your way to darkness. You won’t get there so quick, not by natural means. You buy your ticket and you climb on board. That ticket costs everything you have. But it’s just a one-way. This train takes you into the night, and leaves you there. It’s the night train. Now”
― Martin Amis, Night Train

“Suicide is the night train, speeding your way to darkness.”
― Martin Amis, Night Train

“Es con estas pequeñas desgracias como los niños se van haciendo adultos”
― Quim Monzó, El porqué de las cosas

“In bereavement, make yourself better, not bitter.”
― Martin Amis, Night Train

“Whether they soothe or snarl, cringe or strut, suicide notes do not seek to entertain. I”
― Martin Amis, Night Train

“Love finds me difficult.”
― Martin Amis, Night Train

“And still the handwritten letters keep coming, the words keep coming, the words a woman wants to hear. No dashed-off faxes from Trader. Faxes, which fade in six months, like contemporary love. No scrawled reminders propped against the toaster, such as I get from Tobe. And used to get from Deniss, from Jon, from Shawn, from Duwain. GET SOME TOILET PAPER FOR CHRIST SAKE. That wouldn’t do for Jennifer. She got a fucking poem every other day.”
― Martin Amis, Night Train