But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.

He would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies.

To do anything that suggested a taste for solitude, even to go for a walk by yourself, was always slightly dangerous. There was a word for it in Newspeak: ownlife.

All tyrannies rule through fraud and force, but once the fraud is exposed they must rely exclusively on force.

[...] you can get anything in this world if you genuinely don't want it.

The tendency of advanced capitalism has been to enlarge the middle class and not to wipe it out, as it once seemed likely to do.

To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct, just as one's lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available.