“Whatever junk novels were, however they worked, they were close to therapy, and airports were close to therapy. They both belonged to the culture of the waiting room. Piped music, the language of calming suasion. Come this way – yes, the flight attendant will see you now. Airports, junk novels: they were taking your mind off mortal fear.”

“Whatever junk novels were, however they worked, they were close to therapy, and airports were close to therapy. They both belonged to the culture of the waiting room. Piped music, the language of calming suasion. Come this way – yes, the flight attendant will see you now. Airports, junk novels: they were taking your mind off mortal fear.”

— Martin Amis