Life Is A Wretched Gray Saturday, But

Writers Are Rarely Their Own Best Critics, Nor Are Critics.

There Was Me, That Is Alex, And My Three Droogs, That Is Pete, Georgie And Dim, Dim Being Really Dim, And We Sat In The Korova Milkbar Making Up Our Rassoodocks What To Do With The Evening.

Come With Uncle And Hear All Proper. Hear Angel Trumpets And Devil Trombones...you Are Invited!

Does God Want Goodness Or The Choice Of Goodness? Is A Man Who Chooses To Be Bad Perhaps In Some Way Better Than A Man Who Has The Good Imposed Upon Him?

A Man Can Write One Book That Can Be Great, But This Doesn't Make Him A Great Writer-just The Writer Of A Great Book. . . I Think A Writer Has To Extend Very Widely, As Well As Plunge Very Deep, To Be A Great Novelist.