Reality is inside the skull.

We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it.

The object of terrorism is terrorism. The object of oppression is oppression. The object of torture is torture. The object of murder is murder. The object of power is power. Now do you begin to understand me?

Reality exists in the human mind$$$ and nowhere else.

He hated her because she was young and pretty and sexless$$$because he wanted to go to bed with her and would never do so ...

In this place you could not feel anything$$$ except pain and the foreknowledge of pain.

Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes.

And when memory failed and written records were falsified—when that happened$$$ the claim of the Party to have improved the conditions of human life had got to be accepted$$$ because there did not exist$$$ and never again could exist$$$ any standard against which it could be tested.

If all records told the same tale—then the lie passed into history and became truth.

And then the chosen lie would pass into the permanent records and become truth