Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.

The opinion that art should have nothing to do with politics is itself a political attitude.

When I joined the militia I had promised myself to kill one Fascist - after all, if each of us killed one they would soon be extinct.

The words kept coming back to him, statement of a mystical truth and a palpable absurdity.

If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man.

The fact is that every war suffers a kind of progressive degradation with every month that it continues, because such things as individual liberty and a truthful press are simply not compatible with military efficiency.

Four legs good, two legs bad.