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.

I wrote much because I was paid little. I had no great desire to leave a literary name behind me.

When the State withers, humanity flowers.

You don't say, 'I've done it!' You come, with a kind of horrible desperation, to realize that this will do.

And I sort of frowned about that, thinking. 'You felt ill this afternoon,' he said, 'because you're getting better. When we're healthy we respond to the presence of the hateful with fear and nausea. You're becoming healthy, that's all.

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.

Literature is all, or mostly, about sex.