The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
The next morning I woke up at oh eight oh oh hours, my brothers, and as I still felt shagged and fagged… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the CAUSE of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
And, my brothers, it was real satisfaction to me to waltz-left two three, right two three-and carve left cheeky and right cheeky,… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
“I see you have books under your arm, brother. It is indeed a rare pleasure these days to come across somebody that… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
...youth is only being in a way like it might be an animal. No, it is not just like being an animal… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
If you expect the worst from a person you can never be disappointed. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
A novelist should not be too intelligent either, although... he may be permitted to be an intellectual. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
“A man who serves language, however imperfectly, should always serve truth.” — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
Rome's just a city like anywhere else. A vastly overrated city, I'd say. It trades on belief just as Stratford trades on Shakespeare. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
Without class differences, England would cease to be the living theatre it is. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
The ideal reader of my novels is a lapsed Catholic and failed musician, short-sighted, colour-blind, auditorily biased, who has read the books that I… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
... A CLOCKWORK ORANGE- and I said: 'That's a fair gloopy title. Who ever heard of a clockwork orange?' Then I read a malenky… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
