There was no trust anywhere in the world, O my brothers, the way I could see it.
There she was, welcoming him in, farting prrrrrrp like ten thousand earthquakes, belching arrrp and og like a million volcanoes, while the whole universe roared with approving laughter. She swung tits...
One can die but once. Dim died before he was born.
Of course it was horrible,' smiled Dr. Branom. 'Violence is a very horrible thing. That's what you're learning now. Your body is learning it.
Literature is the aesthetic exploitation of language
But this one was a writer, not a reader.
Bazılarımız mücadele etmeli. Büyük özgürlük geleneklerini savunmak gerek. Ben partizan değilim. Rezalet gördüm mü düzeltmeye çalışırım. Parti isimlerinin hiçbir anlamı yok. Sadece özgürlük geleneği ön...
An eye for an eye, I say. If someone hits you you hit back, do you not? Why then should not the State, very severely hit by you brutal hooligans, not hit back also? But the new view is to say no. The...
The possession of a book becomes a substitute for reading it.
Ya no es un malhechor. Tampoco es una criatura capaz de una elección moral.
Tanrı ne ister? Tanrı iyilik mi ister yoksa iyi olma seçeneğini mi? Kötülüğü seçen bir insan, kendisine iyilik dayatılmış bir insandan bazı açılardan daha üstün olabilir mi? (syf. 84)
Me, me, me. How about me? Where do I come into all this? Am I like just some animal or dog?’ And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, cree...
I was cured alright.
I wanted music very bad this evening, that singing devotchka in the Korova having perhaps started me off. I wanted like a big feast of it before getting my passport stamped, my brothers, at sleep’s fr...
Even trashy bestsellers show people changing. When a fictional work fails to show change, when it merely indicates that human character is set, stony, unregenerable, then you are out of the field of t...
Civilized my syphilised yarbles. Music always sort of sharpened me up, O my brothers, and made me like feel like old Bog himself, ready to make with the old donner and blitzen and have vecks and ptits...
But if you eat this chap who's God,' said Llewelyn stoutly, 'how can it be horrible? If it's alright to eat God why is it horrible to eat Jim Whittle?' 'Because,' said Dymphna reasonably, ' if you eat...
And, my brothers, it was real satisfaction to me to waltz-left two three, right two three-and carve left cheeky and right cheeky, so that like two curtains of blood seemed to pour out at the same time...
Ah, 6655321, think on the divine suffering. Meditate on that, my boy.' And all the time he had this rich manny von of Scotch on him, and then he went off to his little cantora to peet some more. So I...
A man who serves language, however imperfectly, should always serve truth.