Bad writers are nearly always haunted by the notion that Latin or Greek words are grander than Saxon ones.

The atmosphere of orthodoxy is always damaging to prose, and above all it is completely ruinous to the novel, the most anarchical of all forms of literature.

No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?

The high-water mark, so to speak, of Socialist literature is W.H. Auden, a sort of gutless Kipling.

Sanity was statistical. It was merely a question of learning to think as they thought.

By the time you have perfected any style of writing, you have always outgrown it.

Men are only as good as their technical development allows them to be.