The ideal reader of my novels is a lapsed Catholic and failed musician, short-sighted, colour-blind, auditorily biased, who has read the books that I have read.

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

Civilised my syphilised yarbles.

With both agents and publishers hungry for bestsellers, literature will have to end up as a cottage industry.

For no man is damned precisely because God hath not chosen him, because he is not elected, but because he is a sinner, and doth wilfully refuse the means of grace offered.

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening.

Fumbling for a word is everybody's birthright.