Aldous Huxley
7 books by Aldous Huxley to read free, each with its best passages and lines, and the best quotes from all of them below.
Where to start
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Limbo
52,372 words, about 4 hours
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Crome Yellow
A young writer travels to an English countryside manor to spend the summer alongside a cast of outlandish leisure class intellectuals.
57,691 words, about 4 hours
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Point Counter Point
Several connected stories are interwoven to create a satirical look at English society.
172,884 words, about 12 hours
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Little Mexican and Other Stories
67,464 words, about 5 hours
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Mortal Coils
42,419 words, about 3 hours
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Those Barren Leaves
An aristocrat summons a group of “intelligentsia” to vacation in her Italian mansion.
123,220 words, about 9 hours
Aldous Huxley quotes
The discontent rankled under the surface, like a suppressed measles.
I glory in the name of earwig.
He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
She blackmailed him with sacrifice.
For it is good to have seen something of the world with childish eyes, disinterestedly and uncritically, observing not what is useful or beautiful and interesting, but only such things as, to a being less than four feet high and having no knowledge of life or art, seem immediately significant.
Ah, the problem that was himself, the problem that was other people.
Money brings no satisfaction if one has to work for it; for if one works for it one has no time to spend it.
“Ah, how I envy the calm of those Chinese dynasties!”
Gumbril leaned back in his chair and thought of his own character, with dates.
We are all parallel straight lines. Jenny was only a little more parallel than most.
One should be loyal to one’s tastes and instincts.
Beauty is a letter of recommendation which it is almost impossible to ignore; and we attribute too often the ugliness of the face to the character.
How late in one's existence one makes the discovery of one's body!
We are all apt to value unduly those things which happen to belong to us.
His nerves were twittering and jumping within him; he felt like a walking aviary.
Liberty? why, it doesn’t exist! There’s no liberty in this world; only gilded cages.
“You speak as though I were a child in a new frock,” he said, with a show of irritation.
When one is in high spirits, memento mori’s cease to remind.
But my interest in my own personality and my own fate was so enormous that it seemed to me, somehow, that everything said about me must have a certain significance.
She had half a mile in which to invent the necessary lies.