Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.

Either we all live in a decent world, or nobody does.

You were the dead; theirs was the future.

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

The whole experience of being hit by a bullet is very interesting and I think worth describing in detail.

I do not wish to comment on the work; if it does not speak for itself, it is a failure.

The weariness of the cell is the vigour of the organism.