"But I like the inconveniences."

"We don't. We prefer to do things comfortably."


"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin."


"In fact, you're claiming the right to be unhappy."


"All right then. I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."


"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to-morrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind."











"I claim them all."




- Brave New World