Anthony Burgess Quotes
His real wife, his houri, his paramour was everywhere waiting, genie-like, in a bottle. The hymeneal gouging-off of the bottle-top, the kiss of the brown bitter yeasty flow, the euphoria far beyond the release of detumescence.
Anthony Burgess
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It's nice for me to be in touch with a younger generation.
Ian Mckellen
Politics and ethics belong to different worlds.
Adam Michnik
Back in those days intimidation was the greatest tool the drill instructor had. Without that tool, he would not have had control.
R. Lee Ermey
I write to please me, and I've been very lucky. It's like playing baseball. You just keep swinging, and eventually you get a hit.
Karen Robards
In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
W. Somerset Maugham
I've dated girls that aren't, this is gonna sound so horrible, that aren't super smart, but they still are super confident, and that's more what I've been attracted to is the confidence and the sense of humor.
Parker Young
The true, strong, and sound mind is the mind that can embrace equally great things and small.
Samuel Johnson
If you think you can do two full-time jobs, people will expect you to do three.
Andrea Mitchell
In an approximate way, the logic of commons has been understood for a long time, perhaps since the discovery of agriculture or the invention of private property in real estate.
Garrett Hardin
Patricia decided there was nothing to do but climb the nearest tree and see if she could see anything from it. Like a road. Or a house. Or some landmark that Dirrp might recognize.
Charlie Jane Anders
I am not going to show you my art. I am going to share it with you. If I show it to you it becomes an exhibition, and in time it will be pushed so far into the back of your mind that it will be lost. But by sharing it with you, you will not only retain it forever, but I too will improve.
Ed Parker
His real wife, his houri, his paramour was everywhere waiting, genie-like, in a bottle. The hymeneal gouging-off of the bottle-top, the kiss of the brown bitter yeasty flow, the euphoria far beyond the release of detumescence.
Anthony Burgess