As we grow older, the memories of early life brighten, those of maturity and senescence grow dim and confused.

Ignorance and poverty are the best condiments for the great feast of the world, but the inexperienced and poor are never invited to it.

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

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.

He said it was artificial respiration, but now I find I am to have his child.

Bath twice a day to be really clean, once a day to be passably clean, once a week to avoid being a public menace.

I think art is sublimated libido. You can’t be a eunuch priest, and you can’t be a eunuch artist.