Gordon eyed them with inert hatred. At this moment he hated all books, and novels most of all. Horrible to think of all that soggy, half-baked trash massed together in one place.

The idea really came to me the day I got my new false teeth.

Prolonged, indiscriminate reviewing of books is a quite exceptionally thankless, irritating and exhausting job. It not only involves praising trash but constantly inventing reactions towards books about which one has no spontaneous feeling whatever.

I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.

It was not the man's brain that was speaking; it was his larynx.

The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.

Can you not understand that liberty is worth more than ribbons?