If You Believe In An Unseen Christ,

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.

Literature Ceases To Be Literature When It Commits Itself To Moral Uplift; It Becomes Moral Philosophy Or Some Such Dull Thing.

The Practice Of Fiction Can Be Dangerous: It Puts Ideas Into The Head Of The World.

With Both Agents And Publishers Hungry For Bestsellers, Literature Will Have To End Up As A Cottage Industry.

It Is As Inhuman To Be Totally Good As It Is To Be Totally Evil.