Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes: only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

All human relationships must be purchased with money.

She's beautiful,' he murmured. 'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia. 'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston.

If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable - what then?

Several of them would have protested if they could have found the right arguments.

Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.