It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.

Only in England is the perversion of language regarded as a victory for democracy.

If I had died it would have been even better for you political bratchnies, would it not, pretending and treacherous droogs as you are.' But all that came out was er er er.

There is, in fact, not much point in writing a novel unless you can show the possibility of moral transformation, or an increase in wisdom, operating in your chief character or characters.

It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now.

Blockbusting fiction is bought as furniture. Unread, it maintains its value. Read, it looks like money wasted. Cunningly, Americans know that books contain a person, and they want the person, not the book.

laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my sword-pen.