Quotes About Anthony Burgess

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

When I first began to write fiction, I didn't think I was a comic writer; I thought I was a serious writer. I was surprised when the first novel I wrote was regarded as a funny novel.

I viddied that thinking is for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely music that came to my aid.

English translation of the Koran. I wonder how, with such a repetitive farrago of platitudes, expressing so self-evident a theology and an ethic so puerile, Islam can have spread as it has.

This must be a real horrorshow film if you're so keen on my viddying it.

Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

I viddied that thinking is for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely music that came to my aid.

In a story you had to find a reason, but real life gets on very well without even Freudian motivations.

The 21st chapter gives the novel the quality of genuine fiction, an art founded on the principle that human beings change. ----- A Clockwork Orange Resucked intro to first full American version 1986

And to all others in this story profound shooms of lip music brrrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries.

Horrorshow is right, friend. A real show of horrors.

It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.

Then there was like quiet and we were full of like hate, so smashed what was left to be smashed.

We only need to wear shoes because the British built roads which hurt our feet.

In a dead white field an untethered goat gave them sardonic greeting.

Man does not ask for nightmares, he does not ask to be bad. He does not will his own willfulness.

odorous as a crateful of bad eggs with the miasma of original sin.

Then there was another picture of some veck I thought I knew, and it was this Minister of the Inferior or Interior.

Pfffrrrummmp. And a very happy New Year to you too, Mr Enderby!

Oh, I'm dying,' I like moaned. 'Oh, I have a ghastly pain in my side. Appendicitis, it is. Ooooooh.' 'Appendy shitehouse,' grumbled this veck.

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