“No phones, no internet and no TV and we manage to make the news in at least three states. What are the odds?” Alex looked at him deadpan and said “Well, I do make really good buns. Word was bound to spread.”

“He looked from the phone to the unconscious figure of the Salesman. "What did you do to him?" he asked."He got the wrong number," Alex said.”

“ "God, you're a good kisser," he said. "Where'd you learn to do that?"I sat up and flashed him a deadpan look. "Books," I said.”

“There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening.”

“Bet you ten bucks we make it."What are the odds? she thought, and realized with sudden, blinding clarity that she wouldn't take the other side of that bet, that only a loser would bet against them. This is really it, she thought, amazed. This is really forever. I believe in this."Min?" he said, and she kissed him, putting all her heart into it. "No bet," she said against his mouth. "Your odds are too good.""Our odds are too good”

“The Internet is to news," he said, "what car horns are to music.”