If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.

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

All the papers that matter live off their advertisements, and the advertisers exercise an indirect censorship over news.

He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.

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

I believe that the BBC, in spite of the stupidity of its foreign propaganda and the unbearable voices of its announcers, is very truthful. It is generally regarded here as more reliable than the press.

The clock struck half past two. In the little office at the back of Mr. McKechnie's bookshop, Gordon--Gordon Comstock, last member of the Comstock family, aged twenty-nine and rather moth-eaten already--lounged across the table, pushing a fourpenny packet of Player's Weights open and shut with his thumb.