Life's only choosing when to die. Life's a big postponement because the choice is so difficult. It's a tremendous relief not to have to choose.

It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.

All art preserves mysteries which aesthetic philosophers tackle in vain.

Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.

A work of fiction should be, for its author, a journey into the unknown, and the prose should convey the difficulties of the journey.

... 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-

Come with uncle and hear all proper. Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones...you are invited!