Anthony Burgess Quotes About Brothers

Quotes about: Brothers

• Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.

  Anthony Burgess

  Brother, Heaven, Lovely

  Anthony Burgess (2012). “A Clockwork Orange (Restored Text)”, p.38, W. W. Norton & Company

• The next morning I woke up at oh eight oh oh hours, my brothers, and as I still felt shagged and fagged and fashed and bashed and my glazzies were stuck together real horrorshow with sleepglue, I thought I would not go to school.

  Anthony Burgess

  Morning, Brother, Real

  Anthony Burgess (2012). “A Clockwork Orange (Restored Text)”, p.41, W. W. Norton & Company

• But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. ... And all that cal.

  Anthony Burgess

  Sweet, Brother, Stars

  Anthony Burgess (2012). “A Clockwork Orange (Restored Text)”, p.204, W. W. Norton & Company

• How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now.

  Anthony Burgess

  Brother, Wicked, Milk

  Anthony Burgess (2013). “A Clockwork Orange: Restored Edition”, p.48, Penguin UK

• ...youth is only being in a way like it might be an animal. No, it is not just like being an animal so much as being like one of these malenky toys you viddy being sold in the streets, like little chellovecks made out of tin and with a spring inside and then a winding handle on the outside and you wind it up grrr grrr grrr and off it itties, like walking, O my brothers. But it itties in a straight line and bangs straight into things bang bang and it cannot help what it is doing. Being young is like being like one of these malenky machines.

  Anthony Burgess

  Brother, Spring, Animal

  Anthony Burgess (2011). “A Clockwork Orange”, p.211, W. W. Norton & Company

• And, my brothers, it was real satisfaction to me to waltz-left two three, right two three-and carve left cheeky and right cheeky, so that like two curtains of blood seemed to pour out at the same time, one on either side of his fat filthy oily snout in the winter starlight.

  Anthony Burgess

  Brother, Real, Winter

  Anthony Burgess (2012). “A Clockwork Orange (Restored Text)”, p.23, W. W. Norton & Company

• The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk around my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.

  Anthony Burgess

  Wise, Brother, Wine

• But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the CAUSE of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. They don't go into what is the cause of GOODNESS, so why of the other shop?

  Anthony Burgess

  Brother, Laughing, Nails

  Anthony Burgess (2012). “A Clockwork Orange (Restored Text)”, p.46, W. W. Norton & Company

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