I was cured all right.

Every dogma has its day.

All novels are experimental.

Alex like groweth up, Oh Yes.

Life is, of course, terrible.

Hitler was a teetotalitarian.

I didn't think; I experimented.

I was always on my oddy knocky.

What's it going to be then, eh?

Civilised my syphilised yarbles.

Each man kills the thing he loves.

Literature is all, or mostly, about sex.

But what I do I do because I like to do.

Readers are plentiful: thinkers are rare.

When the State withers, humanity flowers.

For the serious artist does not satisfy needs

Fumbling for a word is everybody's birthright.

When a man cannot chose, he ceases to be a man.

Death comes along like a gas bill one can't pay.

The downtrodden are the great creators of slang.

The writer's life seethes within but not without.

I start at the beginning, go on to the end, then stop.

Eat this sweetish segment or spit it out. You are free.

The state is never so efficient as when it wants money.

I see what is right and approve, but I do what is wrong.

We all need money, but there are degrees of desperation.

To devastate is easier and more spectacular than to create.

Writers are rarely their own best critics, nor are critics.

The possession of a book becomes a substitute for reading it.

We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.

Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.

Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.

Put it off for a bit. All life is putting off. Well, not entirely.

Any book has behind it all the other books that have been written.

How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now.

Sanity is a handicap and liability if you're living in a mad world.

If you expect the worst from a person you can never be disappointed.

The unconscious mind has a habit of asserting itself in the afternoon.

All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.

All art preserves mysteries which aesthetic philosophers tackle in vain.

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

Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned.

Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate.

The adult relation to books is one of absorbing rather than being absorbed.

Language exists less to record the actual than to liberate the imagination.

Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.

To write is to become disinterested. There is a certain renunciation in art.

To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.

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