By revolution we become more ourselves, not less.

Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book has been rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And that process is continuing day be day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except the endless present in which the party is always right.

Real journalism is publishing something that somebody else does not want published - the rest is just public relations.

In all the useful arts the world is either standing still or going backwards.

The point is that we are all capable of believing things which we know to be untrue, and then, when we are finally proved wrong, impudently twisting the facts so as to show that we were right. Intellectually, it is possible to carry on this process for an indefinite time: the only check on it is that sooner or later a false belief bumps up against solid reality, usually on a battlefield.

Man's greatest drive is not love or hate but to change another person's writing.

Some things ARE true, even though the party says they are true.