Anthony Burgess Quotes

What's taken God 200 years to create was wiped out in a couple of days by what was apparently an arsonist, And it just shows you what a sick world we live in nowadays.

If it's going to be wrecked, I want to make sure I wreck it.

The art of creation is older than the art of killing.

Destruction is always an attractive idea. My brother and I used to spend weeks making models of cities so that we could destroy them in 15 minutes. There's a fantastic joy in destroying something that you've meticulously built. Then you're free to build a new thing. Destruction and creation... they're inseparable.

It's easier to destroy than it is to create, but I've always enjoyed the creative aspect of the game.

Destroying things is much easier than making them.

Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

I watched the mighty skyline fall

Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.

Destruction is difficult. It is as difficult as creation.

Destroyer of Villages

I am defacing nothing. I am destroying.

A nuclear war cannot be won and must never be fought.

A war with Pakistan would be an utter disaster.

No one's up in arms about these PG-13 movies where it's literally about the end of the world.

I think there's a lot of catastrophe in this world and a lot of cruelty and a lot of carelessness.

Michael Jackson loved epic symbols. In his shows and his videos, he always destroyed or salvaged worlds; he was the hero of parables about street violence, sexual combat, war and natural disaster. It was always apocalypse or apotheosis now.

You and your group of nerds fall into a pit and it's full of dynamite and you blow up. The End.

...they came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.

History is a constant race between invention and catastrophe.

Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.