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

Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned.

Without class differences, England would cease to be the living theatre it is.

What critics often ask for is the impossible, though this may be a salutary means of extending the borders of art.

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

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

... 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-