Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. — 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
