"The program of the Two Minutes Hate
varied from day to day, but there was none in which Goldstein was not the principal figure. He was
the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Party's purity. All subsequent crimes against the Party,
all treacheries, acts of sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly out of his teaching" (p. 13).
"theyll shoot me i dont care theyll
shoot me in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back
of the neck i dont care down with big brother" (p.20). [One of Winston's rambling diary entries.]
"If there is hope [wrote Winston]
it lies in the proles" (p. 69).
"Under the spreading chestnut tree / I sold you and you sold me: / There lie they, and here lie we /
Under the spreading chestnut tree" (p. 77).
"Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows" (p.
81).
"Winston and Julia clung
together, fascinated. The music went on and on, minute after minute, with astonishing variations, never
once repeating itself, almost as though the bird were deliberately showing off its virtuosity. Sometimes
it stopped for a few seconds, spread out and resettled its wings, then swelled its speckled breast and
again burst into song. Winston watched it with a sort of vague reverence. For whom, for what, was
that bird singing? No mate, no rival was watching it. What made it sit at the edge of the lonely wood
and pour its music into nothingness?" (p. 125)
"We believe that there is some kind of conspiracy, some kind of secret organization working against
the Party, and that you are involved in it. We want to join it and work for it. We are enemies of
the Party. We disbelieve in the principles of INGSOC. We are thought-criminals. We are also adulterers.
I tell you this because we want to put ourselves at your mercy. If you want us to incriminate ourselves
in any other way, we are ready" (p. 171). [Winston to O'Brien, when he and Julia try to join The Brotherhood.]
"'Do anything to me!' he yelled.
'You've been starving me for weeks. Finish it off and let me die. Shoot me. Hang me. Sentence me
to twenty-five years. Is there somebody else you want me to give away? Just say who it is and I'll
tell you anything you want. I don't care who it is or what you do to them. I've got a wife and three
children. The biggest of them isn't six years old. You can take the whole lot of them and cut their
throats in front of my eyes, and I'll stand by and watch it. But not room 101!'" (p. 240)
"'I am taking trouble with you, Winston,'
[O'Brien] said, 'because you are worth the trouble. You know perfectly well what is the matter with
you. You have known it for years, though you have fought against the knowledge. You are mentally deranged.
You suffer from a defective memory. You are unable to remember real events, and you persuade yourself
that you remember other events which never happened. Fortunately it is curable. You have never cured
yourself of it, because you did not choose to. There was a small effort of the will that you were not
ready to make. Even now, I am well aware, you are clinging to your disease under the impression that
it is a virtue. Now we will take an example. At this moment, which power is Oceania at war with?'"
(p. 249)
"He gazed up at the
enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark
mustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast!
Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all
right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother" (p. 300).
