Life is, of course, terrible.

As we are all solipsists, and all die, the world dies with us. Only very minor literature aims at apocalypse.

Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.

If you believe in an unseen Christ, you will believe in the unseen Christlike potential of others.

This must be a real horrorshow film if you're so keen on my viddying it.

... A CLOCKWORK ORANGE- and I said: 'That's a fair gloopy title. Who ever heard of a clockwork orange?' Then I read a malenky bit out loud in a sort of very high type preaching goloss: '- The attempt to impose upon a man, a creature of growth and capable of sweetness, to ooze juicily at the last round the bearded lips of God, to attempt to impose, I say, laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my swordpen-