Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence - the act of love, for instance; music, for instance.

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

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

The not-self cannot have the bad, meaning they of the government and the judges and the schools cannot allow the bad because they cannot allow the self.

For the serious artist does not satisfy needs

We only need to wear shoes because the British built roads which hurt our feet.

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?