The great enemy of clear language is insincerity.

History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.

Good novels are not written by orthodoxy-sniffers, nor by people who are conscience-stricken about their own unorthodoxy. Good novels are written by people who are not frightened.

It could not have been ten seconds, and yet it seemed a long time that their hands were clasped together. He had time to learn every detail of her hand.

Happiness can only exist in acceptance.

If you turn the other cheek, you will get a harder blow on it than you got on the first one. This does not always happen, but it is to be expected, and you ought not to complain if it does happen.

In moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy but always against one's own body.