... 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-

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

The possession of a book becomes a substitute for reading it.

Violence among young people is an aspect of their desire to create. They don't know how to use their energy creatively so they do the opposite and destroy.

Literature is all, or mostly, about sex.

For the serious artist does not satisfy needs

Art is rare and sacred and hard work, and there ought to be a wall of fire around it.