He Drove His Mind Into

There Is No Test Of Literary Merit Except Survival, Which Is Itself An Index To Majority Opinion.

Winston Smith: Does Big Brother Exist? O'brien: Of Course He Exists. Winston Smith: Does He Exist Like You Or Me? O'brien: You Do Not Exist.

Fate Seemed To Be Playing A Series Of Extraordinarily Unamusing Jokes.

The Choice Before Human Beings, Is Not, As A Rule, Between Good And Evil But Between Two Evils.

I Had The Lonely Child's Habit Of Making Up Stories And Holding Conversations With Imaginary Persons, And I Think From The Very Start My Literary Ambitions Were Mixed Up With The Feeling Of Being Isolated And Undervalued. I Knew That I Had A Facility With Words And A Power Of Facing Unpleasant Facts, And I Felt That This Created A Sort Of Private World In Which I Could Get My Own Back For My Failure In Everyday Life.