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Sultan Aladdin… had few illusions about his own people: amiable, well-favoured, courteous, they loved rest better than industry… their function was to remind the toiling Chinese, Indians and British of the ultimate vanity of labour.
Anthony Burgess
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Oh, it was gorgeosity and yumyumyum. When it came to the Scherzo I could viddy myself very clear running and running on like very light and mysterious nogas, carving the whole litso of the creeching world with my cut-throat britva. And there was the slow movement and the lovely last singing movement still to come. I was cured all right.
Anthony Burgess
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… ‘I’ve only one hobby, and that is my wife.’
Anthony Burgess
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…jumped-up commercials pretending, too late, to be the ruling class..
Anthony Burgess
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She sank again into the salty water...into the delicious warm brine-tasting depths of her grief.
Anthony Burgess
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'We're in control, and we have what we want!'
Anthony Burgess
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...the prophet of harmless solace in a harsh world....
Anthony Burgess
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...even the police discussed this violence as possibly coming within the scope of their terms of reference.
Anthony Burgess
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…it was a cardinal rule in the East not to show one’s true feelings.
Anthony Burgess
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I lay a little while, naked, mottled, sallow, emaciated, smoking a cigarette that should have been postcoital but was not.
Anthony Burgess
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Now we were the very good malchicks, smiling good evensong to one and all, though these wrinkled old lighters started to get all shook, their veiny old rookers all trembling round their glasses, and making the suds spill on the table. 'Leave us be, lads,' said one of them, her face all mappy with being a thousand years old, 'we’re only poor old women.'
Anthony Burgess
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'Brutality!' cried Tristam. The class was at last interested. 'Beatings-up. Secret police. Torture in brightly lighted cellars. Condemnation without trial. Finger-nails pulled out with pincers. The rack. The cold-water treatment. The gouging out of eyes. The firing squad in the cold dawn. And all this because of disappointment. The Interphase.'
Anthony Burgess
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…death came so easily, hardly announced, without apparent cause, often greeted with smiles.
Anthony Burgess
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The Turks would do anything with a captured screaming infidel body - make it chew its own penis, thrust the testicles up the anus, saw the noseless earless head off with slow delicacy.
Anthony Burgess
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...the dark brought out the prostitutes, Malay divorcees mostly, quietly moving from light to light, gaudy and graceful, like other of night’s creatures.
Anthony Burgess
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I take my title from the name the Jews have traditionally given the Roman Empire. You may expect to meet all manner of wickedness in what follows - pork-eating, lechery, adultery, bigamy, sodomy, bestiality, the most ingenious varieties of cruelty, assassination, the worship of false gods and the sin of being uncircumcised.
Anthony Burgess
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'Everything off. I want to see you in your horrific potbellied hairy filthy nakedness.'
Anthony Burgess
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…for thy huggest thy bolster, which men call a Dutch wife in some parts.
Anthony Burgess
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Mr Liversedge...saw the whole ridiculous Oriental susah in true proportion. Here men would murder for five dollars, here men would seek divorce because their wives sighed at the handsomeness of the film star P.Ramlee....nodding at the lucid exposition of Mr Lim from Penang, though contemning inwardly the Pommie accent...
Anthony Burgess
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Nabby Adams, supine on the bed, grunted. It was four o’clock in the morning and he did not want to be talking. He had had a confused coloured dream about Bombay, shot with sharp pangs of unpaid bills. Over it all had brooded thirst, thirst for a warmish bottle of Tiger beer. Or Anchor. Or Carlsberg. He said, 'Did you bring any beer back with you?'
Anthony Burgess
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Ah, well, if they wanted their adultery, what did it matter to me? I hadn’t much room to talk, anyway, with my five-pound prostitutes who did a bunk and the Japanese girls who cost far less and didn’t do a bunk and whatever I was likely to pick up in Colombo.
Anthony Burgess
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As I walked towards travel, that illusion of liberation, I strangely felt myself walking back into childhood.
Anthony Burgess
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…workmen who wanted (a) the white man out…,(c) sinecures
Anthony Burgess
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'My darling one....I shall be thinking of you while you are away and hope you will remember to wrap up warm when you go out at night.'
Anthony Burgess
