To die hating them, that was freedom.
I have the most evil memories of Spain, but I have very few bad memories of Spaniards.
How could you make appeal to the future when not a trace of you, not even an anonymous word scribbled on a piece of paper, could physically survive?
Some hams hanging in the kitchen were taken out for burial.
History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.
Nothing holds it together except an idea which is indestructible.
Sanity was statistical. It was merely a question of learning to think as they thought.
We may be together for another six months – a year – there’s no knowing. At the end we’re certain to be apart. Do you realize how utterly alone we shall be?
Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.
It was not the man’s brain that was speaking; it was his larynx.
The more men you’ve had, the more I love you.
For the future. For the unborn.
Writing a novel is agony.
We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing.
Between pigs and human beings there was not and there need not be any clash of interest whatsoever.
In all the useful arts the world is either standing still or going backwards.
If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man.
The enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil, and it followed that any past or future agreement with him was impossible.
No doubt alcohol, tobacco, and so forth, are things that a saint must avoid; but sainthood is also a thing that human beings must avoid.
The consequences of every act are included in the act itself.