A Clockwork Orange

"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?"

"Whats it going to be then, eh?"

"Dont you laugh, damn you, dont you laugh!"

"I creeched louder still, creeching: Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?"

"Choice... He has no real choice, has he? Self-interest, the fear of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement. Its insincerity was clearly to be seen. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice."

"[About Alex] What natural right does he have to think he can give the orders and tolchock me whenever he likes? Yarbles is what I say to him, and Id chain his glazzies out soon as look."

"Then I looked at its top sheet, and there was the name -A CLOCKWORK ORANGE- and I said: Thats a fair gloopy title. Who ever heard of a clockwork orange?"

"[To Alex as a Police Officer] Long time is right, I dont remember them days too horrorshow. Dont call me Dim no more either, Officer call me."