I Was Always On My Oddy Knocky.

Reviewers Do Not Read Books With Much Care . . . Their Profession Is More Given To Stupidity And Malice And Literary Ignorance Even Than The Profession Of Novelist.

If I Had Died It Would Have Been Even Better For You Political Bratchnies, Would It Not, Pretending And Treacherous Droogs As You Are.' But All That Came Out Was Er Er Er.

A Novelist Should Not Be Too Intelligent Either, Although... He May Be Permitted To Be An Intellectual.

Fumbling For A Word Is Everybody's Birthright.

The Unconscious Mind Has A Habit Of Asserting Itself In The Afternoon.