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I had to write A Clockwork Orange in a state of near drunkenness, in order to deal with material that upset me so much.

Anthony Burgess

The brutal rape scene in the novel was derived from an assault on his wife during World War II, which resulted in the death of their expected child.

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Kilroy was here #caturday #cats

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Human enough, or too human?

Cpt. Lull: "Do you find the need to answer all this, Historian? All those tomes you've read, those other thoughts from other men, other women. Other times. How does a mortal make answer to what his or her kind are capable of? Does each of us, soldier or no, reach a point when all that we've seen, survived, changes us inside? Irrevocably changes us. What do we become, then? Less human, or more human? Human enough, or too human?"

Duiker: "Each of us has his own threshold, friend. Soldier or no, we can only take so much before we cross over... into something else. As if the world has shifted around us, though it's only our way of looking at it. A change of perspective, but there's no intelligence to it—you see but do not feel, or you weep yet look upon your own anguish as if from somewhere else, somewhere outside. It's not a place for answers, Lull, for every question has burned away. More human or less human—that's for you to decide."

Captain Lull: "Surely it has been written of, by scholars, priests... philosophers?"

Duiker: "Efforts have been made. But those who themselves have crossed that threshold... well, they have few words to describe the place they've found, and little inclination to attempt to explain it. As I said, it's a place without intelligence, a place where thoughts wander, formless, unlinked. Lost."

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Me and my miss #cats #arya (at Home)

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#arya sleeping on my feets

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#arya naps. You know, like a corpse. #cats

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#Arya sleeping behind my knees. #cats

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"Why won't somebody help me?" (at Stonebrook Condos)

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I find myself in constant pain, and the memories of everything that I have lost nag at me, endlessly... So you can see how, despite my constant efforts to be a man of sunny temper, I find that I despise the world, and everything in it, and myself most of all. A regrettable state of affairs, for which there is no remedy.

Inquisitor Glokta, from The Last Argument of Kings, by Joe Abercrombie

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All is right with the world again.

Perhaps the vengeance could wait, at least until he had a bigger blade to work with. You have to be realistic, after all.

Logan Nine-Fingers, from The Blade Itself, by Joe Abercrombie

If Glotka had been given the opportunity to torture any one man, any one at all, he would surely have chosen the inventor of steps. When he was young and widely admired, before his misfortunes, he had never really noticed them. He had sprung down them two at a time and gone blithely on his way. No more. They’re everywhere. You really can’t change floors without them. And down is worse than up, that’s the thing people never realize. Going up, you usually don’t fall that far.

Inquisitor Glotka, from The Blade Itself, by Joe Abercrombie

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