Literature ceases to be literature when it commits itself to moral uplift; it becomes moral philosophy or some such dull thing. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
That so many writers have been prepared to accept a kind of martyrdom is the best tribute that flesh can pay to… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
With both agents and publishers hungry for bestsellers, literature will have to end up as a cottage industry. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
A perverse nature can be stimulated by anything. Any book can be used as a pornographic instrument, even a great work of… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
As we are all solipsists, and all die, the world dies with us. Only very minor literature aims at apocalypse. — 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 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… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share
