Part 1 Chapter 1

The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. Part 1 Chapter 1

The black-moustachio’d face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston’s own. Part 1 Chapter 1

He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses …? Part 1 Chapter 1

WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH Part 1 Chapter 1

He had set his features into the expression of quiet optimism which it was advisable to wear when facing the telescreen. Part 1 Chapter 1

The thing that he was about to do was to open a diary. This was not illegal … but if detected it was reasonably certain that it would be punished by death, or at least by twenty-five years in a forced-labour camp. Part 1 Chapter 1

…he did not know with any certainty that this was 1984 … it was never possible nowadays to pin down any date within a year or two. Part 1 Chapter 1

Once when they passed in the corridor she gave him a quick sidelong glance which seemed to pierce right into him and for a moment had filled him with black terror. The idea had even crossed his mind that she might be an agent of the Thought Police. (about Julia) Part 1 Chapter 1

He felt deeply drawn to him, … because of a secretly held belief – or perhaps not even a belief, merely a hope – that O’Brien’s political orthodoxy was not perfect. Part 1 Chapter 1

Goldstein was the renegade and backslider … one of the leading figures of the Party, almost on a level with Big Brother himself, and then had engaged in counter-revolutionary activities, had been condemned to death, and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared. Part 1 Chapter 1

…the essential crime that contained all others in itself. Thoughtcrime, …was not a thing that could be concealed for ever. You might dodge successfully for a while, even for years, but sooner or later they were bound to get you. Part 1 Chapter 1

He was an object of hatred more constant than either Eurasia or Eastasia, since when Oceania was at war with one of these Powers it was generally at peace with the other. (about Goldstein) Part 1 Chapter 1

Your name was removed from the registers, every record of everything you had ever done was wiped out, your one-time existence was denied and then forgotten. You were abolished, annihilated: VAPORIZED was the usual word. Part 1 Chapter 1

Part 1 Chapter 2

Some Eurasian prisoners, guilty of war crimes, were to be hanged in the Park that evening, Winston remembered. This happened about once a month, and was a popular spectacle. Children always clamoured to be taken to see it. Part 1 Chapter 2

It was almost normal for people over thirty to be frightened of their own children. Part 1 Chapter 2

… hardly a week passed in which ‘The Times’ did not carry a paragraph describing how some eavesdropping little sneak – ‘child hero’ was the phrase generally used – had overheard some compromising remark and denounced its parents to the Thought Police. Part 1 Chapter 2

Ingsoc. The sacred principles of Ingsoc. Newspeak, doublethink, the mutability of the past. Part 1 Chapter 2

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness. Part 1 Chapter 2

To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not live alone – to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone. (from Winston’s diary) Part 1 Chapter 2

Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death. Part 1 Chapter 2

Part 1 Chapter 3

… his mother’s death …had been tragic and sorrowful in a way that was no longer possible. Tragedy … belonged to the ancient time, … when there was still privacy, love, and friendship, and …members of a family stood by one another … Part 1 Chapter 3

And if all others accepted the lie which the Party imposed – if all records told the same tale – then the lie passed into history and became truth. Part 1 Chapter 3

Who controls the past, controls the future: who controls the present controls the past. Part 1 Chapter 3

All that was needed was an unending series of victories over your own memory. ‘Reality control’, they called it: in Newspeak, ‘doublethink’. Part 1 Chapter 3

To know and not to know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies, to hold simultaneously two opinions which cancelled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic … Part 1 Chapter 3

… to forget whatever it was necessary to forget, then to draw it back into memory again at the moment when it was needed, and then promptly to forget it again… Part 1 Chapter 3

That was the ultimate subtlety: consciously to induce unconsciousness, and then, once again, to become unconscious of the act of hypnosis you had just performed. Even to understand the word ‘doublethink’ involved the use of doublethink. Part 1 Chapter 3

Part 1 Chapter 4

It was therefore necessary to rewrite a paragraph of Big Brother’s speech, in such a way as to make him predict the thing that had actually happened. Part 1 Chapter 4

Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames. Part 1 Chapter 4

Day by day and almost minute by minute the past was brought up to date. Part 1 Chapter 4

All history was a palimpsest [rewritable record with traces of the former text], scraped clean and reinscribed exactly as often as was necessary. Part 1 Chapter 4

Here were produced rubbishy newspapers, … sensational five-cent novelettes, films oozing with sex, and sentimental songs which were composed entirely by mechanical means on a special kind of kaleidoscope known as a versificator. Part 1 Chapter 4

Statistics were just as much a fantasy in their original version as in their rectified version. A great deal of the time you were expected to make them up out of your head. Part 1 Chapter 4

Big Brother’s familiar style: a style at once military and pedantic, and, because of a trick of asking questions and then promptly answering them … [was] easy to imitate. Part 1 Chapter 4

Comrade Ogilvy, who had never existed in the present, now existed in the past, and when once the act of forgery was forgotten, he would exist just as authentically, and upon the same evidence, as Charlemagne or Julius Caesar. Part 1 Chapter 4

Part 1 Chapter 5

‘You think, I dare say, that our chief job is inventing new words. But not a bit of it! We’re destroying words – scores of them, hundreds of them, every day. We’re cutting the language down to the bone.’ (Syme) Part 1 Chapter 5

‘It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words. Of course the great wastage is in the verbs and adjectives, but there are hundreds of nouns that can be got rid of as well. (Syme) Part 1 Chapter 5

It isn’t only the synonyms; there are also the antonyms. After all, what justification is there for a word which is simply the opposite of some other word?’ (Syme) Part 1 Chapter 5

‘In your heart you’d prefer to stick to Oldspeak, with all its vagueness and its useless shades of meaning. You don’t grasp the beauty of the destruction of words.’ (Syme) Part 1 Chapter 5

‘Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it.’ (Syme) Part 1 Chapter 5

‘Even now, of course, there’s no reason or excuse for committing thoughtcrime. It’s merely a question of self-discipline, reality-control. … The Revolution will be complete when the language is perfect.’ (Syme) Part 1 Chapter 5

‘The whole literature of the past will have been destroyed. Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Byron – they’ll exist only in Newspeak versions … changed into something contradictory of what they used to be.’ (Syme) Part 1 Chapter 5

‘Orthodoxy means not thinking – not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.’ (Syme) Part 1 Chapter 5

It was not the man’s brain that was speaking, it was his larynx. The stuff that was coming out of him consisted of words, but it was not speech in the true sense: it was a noise uttered in unconsciousness, like the quacking of a duck. Part 1 Chapter 5

It was terribly dangerous to let your thoughts wander when you were in any public place or within range of a telescreen. The smallest thing could give you away. Part 1 Chapter 5

…to wear an improper expression on your face (to look incredulous when a victory was announced, for example) was itself a punishable offence. There was even a word for it in Newspeak: FACECRIME, it was called. Part 1 Chapter 5

Part 1 Chapter 6

Your worst enemy, he reflected, was your own nervous system. At any moment the tension inside you was liable to translate itself into some visible symptom. Part 1 Chapter 6

The most deadly danger of all was talking in your sleep. There was no way of guarding against that, so far as he could see. Part 1 Chapter 6

The aim of the Party was not merely to prevent men and women from forming loyalties … Its real, undeclared purpose was to remove all pleasure from the sexual act. … Part 1 Chapter 6

The only recognized purpose of marriage was to beget children for the service of the Party. Part 1 Chapter 6

She had not a thought in her head that was not a slogan, and there was no imbecility, absolutely none that she was not capable of swallowing if the Party handed it out to her. ‘The human sound-track’ he nicknamed her in his own mind. (Winston, on his ex-wife Katherine) Part 1 Chapter 6

Part 1 Chapter 7

If there was hope, it MUST lie in the proles, because only there in those swarming disregarded masses, 85 per cent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. Part 1 Chapter 7

But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength. would have no need to conspire. They needed only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. Part 1 Chapter 7

…the Party taught that the proles were natural inferiors who must be kept in subjection, like animals, by the application of a few simple rules. Part 1 Chapter 7

They were born … they went to work at twelve … they married at twenty, they were middle-aged at thirty, they died, for the most part, at sixty. Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbours, films, football, beer, and above all, gambling, filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult. (the proles) Part 1 Chapter 7

Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious. (the proles) Part 1 Chapter 7

Proles and animals are free. Part 1 Chapter 7

It was curious that the fact of having held it in his fingers seemed to him to make a difference even now, when the photograph itself, as well as the event it recorded, was only memory. Was the Party’s hold upon the past less strong, he wondered, because a piece of evidence which existed no longer HAD ONCE existed. (about the photograph of Jones, Aaronson & Rutherford) Part 1 Chapter 7

Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one. Part 1 Chapter 7

The hypnotic eyes gazed into his own. It was as though some huge force were pressing down upon you – something that penetrated inside your skull, battering against your brain, frightening you out of your beliefs, persuading you, almost, to deny the evidence of your senses. (Winston, on Big Brother) Part 1 Chapter 7

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. Part 1 Chapter 7

Part 1 Chapter 8

His spectacles, his gentle, fussy movements, and the fact that he was wearing an aged jacket of black velvet, gave him a vague air of intellectuality, as though he had been some kind of literary man, or perhaps a musician. (Winston, on Mr Charrington) Part 1 Chapter 8

The thing was doubly attractive because of its apparent uselessness, though he could guess that it must once have been intended as a paperweight. Part 1 Chapter 8

Winston wondered vaguely to what century the church belonged. It was always difficult to determine the age of a London building. Anything large and impressive … was automatically claimed as having been built since the Revolution … Part 1 Chapter 8

‘…oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement’s.’ That was a rhyme we had when I was a little boy. How it goes on I don’t remember, but I do know it ended up, ‘Here comes a candle to light you to bed, Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.’ (Mr Charrington) Part 1 Chapter 8

Part 2 Chapter 1

To turn his head and look at her would have been inconceivable folly. With hands locked together, invisible among the press of bodies, they stared steadily in front of them, and instead of the eyes of the girl, the eyes of the aged prisoner gazed mournfully at Winston … (Winston and Julia’s first meeting) Part 2 Chapter 1

Part 2 Chapter 2

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… For whom, for what, was that bird singing? No mate, no rival was watching it. Part 2 Chapter 2

Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It was a political act. Part 2 Chapter 2

Part 2 Chapter 3

‘Always in the stink of women! How I hate women!’ she said parenthetically. (Julia) Part 2 Chapter 3

She could describe the whole process of composing a novel… But she was not interested in the finished product. She ‘didn’t much care for reading,’ she said. Books were just a commodity that had to be produced, like jam or bootlaces. (Julia) Part 2 Chapter 3

‘When you make love you’re using up energy; and afterwards you feel happy and don’t give a damn for anything. They can’t bear you to feel like that. They want you to be bursting with energy all the time. All this marching up and down and cheering and waving flags is simply sex gone sour…’ (Julia) Part 2 Chapter 3

The family had become in effect an extension of the Thought Police. It was a device by means of which everyone could be surrounded night and day by informers who knew him intimately. Part 2 Chapter 3

‘We are the dead.’ (Winston) Part 2 Chapter 3

Part 2 Chapter 4

Nor did he seem shocked or become offensive knowing … that Winston wanted the room for the purpose of a love-affair… Privacy, he said, was a very valuable thing. (Mr Charrington) Part 2 Chapter 4

One had the feeling that she would have been perfectly content, if the June evening had been endless and the supply of clothes inexhaustible, to remain there for a thousand years, pegging out diapers and singing rubbish. (the singing woman prole) Part 2 Chapter 4

It was as though the surface of the glass had been the arch of the sky, enclosing a tiny world with its atmosphere complete. He had the feeling that he could get inside it, and that in fact he was inside it… Part 2 chapter 4

The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia’s life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal, frozen in time. Part 2 Chapter 4

Back at work, Winston learns that his earlier prediction has come true, Syme has vanished – vaporised – his name removed from the Records Department as though it never existed. Part 2 Chapter 4

Part 2 Chapter 5

To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct, just as one’s lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available. Part 2 Chapter 5

‘Do you realize that the past, starting from yesterday, has been actually abolished? If it survives anywhere, it’s in a few solid objects with no words attached to them, like that lump of glass there.’ (Winston to Julia) Part 2 Chapter 5

‘History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.’ (Winston to Julia) Part 2 Chapter 5

I know, of course, that the past is falsified, but it would never be possible for me to prove it, even when I did the falsification myself. After the thing is done, no evidence ever remains. The only evidence is inside my own mind …’ (Winston to Julia) Part 2 Chapter 5

One knew that it was all rubbish, so why let oneself be worried by it? She knew when to cheer and when to boo, and that was all one needed. (Julia) Part 2 Chapter 5

Talking to her, he realized how easy it was to present an appearance of orthodoxy while having no grasp whatever of what orthodoxy meant. In a way, the world-view of the Party imposed itself most successfully on people incapable of understanding it. (Winston, on Julia) Part 2 Chapter 5

Part 2 Chapter 6

Even while he was speaking to O’Brien … He had the sensation of stepping into the dampness of a grave … he had always known that the grave was there and waiting for him. Part 2 Chapter 6

Part 2 Chapter 7

…yet she had possessed a kind of nobility, a kind of purity, simply because the standards that she obeyed were private ones. Her feelings were her own, and could not be altered from outside. (Winston’s mother) Part 2 Chapter 7

What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself. The proles, it suddenly occurred to him, had remained in this condition. Part 2 Chapter 7

The proles had stayed human. Part 2 Chapter 7

Part 2 Chapter 8

… he had nothing of the single-mindedness that belongs to a fanatic. (Winston, on O’Brien) Part 2 Chapter 8

When he spoke of murder, suicide, venereal disease, amputated limbs, and altered faces, it was with a faint air of persiflage. ‘This is unavoidable,’ his voice seemed to say … ‘But this is not what we shall be doing when life is worth living again.’ (Winston, on O’Brien) Part 2 Chapter 8

‘We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future.’ (O’Brien) Part 2 Chapter 8

‘We shall meet again… In the place where there is no darkness…’ Part 2 Chapter 8

Part 2 Chapter 9

Actually the three philosophies are barely distinguishable, and the social systems which they support are not distinguishable at all. Everywhere there is the same pyramidal structure, the same worship of semi-divine leader, the same economy existing by and for continuous warfare. (Goldstein’s book) Part 2 Chapter 9

But when war becomes literally continuous, it also ceases to be dangerous. When war is continuous there is no such thing as military necessity. Technical progress can cease and the most palpable facts can be denied or disregarded. (Goldstein’s book) Part 2 Chapter 9

The very word ‘war’, therefore, has become misleading. It would probably be accurate to say that by becoming continuous war has ceased to exist. (Goldstein’s book) Part 2 Chapter 9

What opinions the masses hold, or do not hold, is looked on as a matter of indifference. They can be granted intellectual liberty because they have no intellect. (Goldstein’s book) Part 2 Chapter 9

A Party member lives from birth to death under the eye of the Thought Police. (Goldstein’s book) Part 2 Chapter 9

Oceanic society rests ultimately on the belief that Big Brother is omnipotent and that the Party is infallible. (Goldstein’s Book) Part 2 Chapter 9

The mutability of the past is the central tenet of Ingsoc. (Goldstein’s Book) Part 2 Chapter 9

DOUBLETHINK means the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them. (Goldstein’s Book) Part 2 Chapter 9

The process has to be conscious, or it would not be carried out with sufficient precision, but it also has to be unconscious, or it would bring with it a feeling of falsity and hence of guilt. (Goldstein’s Book) Part 2 Chapter 9

… the Party … systematically undermines the solidarity of the family, and it calls its leader by a name which is a direct appeal to the sentiment of family loyalty. (Goldstein’s Book) Part 2 Chapter 9

Part 2 Chapter 10

Without having read to the end of THE BOOK, he knew that that must be Goldstein’s final message. The future belonged to the proles. Part 2 Chapter 10

The birds sang, the proles sang. The Party did not sing. Part 2 Chapter 10

‘We are the dead,’ he said.
‘We are the dead,’ echoed Julia dutifully.
‘You are the dead,’ said an iron voice behind them. (Winston, Julia & Mr Charrington) Part 2 Chapter 10

It occurred to Winston that for the first time in his life he was looking, with knowledge, at a member of the Thought Police. (Winston, on Mr Charrington) Part 2 Chapter 10

Part 3 Chapter 1

The Brotherhood, he had said, never tried to save its members. But there was the razor blade; they would send the razor blade if they could. (Winston, on O’Brien) Part 3 Chapter 1

It was the place with no darkness: he saw now why O’Brien had seemed to recognize the allusion. In the Ministry of Love there were no windows. Part 3 Chapter 1

We were producing a definitive edition of the poems of Kipling. I allowed the word ‘God’ to remain at the end of a line. I could not help it!’… ‘It was impossible to change the line. The rhyme was ‘rod’… there are only twelve rhymes to ‘rod’ in the entire language? (Winston’s colleague, Ampleforth) Part 3 Chapter 1

‘It was my little daughter,’ said Parsons with a sort of doleful pride. ‘She listened at the keyhole. …I don’t bear her any grudge for it. In fact I’m proud of her. It shows I brought her up in the right spirit, anyway.’ Part 3 Chapter 1

He thought: ‘If I could save Julia by doubling my own pain, would I do it? Yes, I would.’ But that was merely an intellectual decision… He did not feel it. In this place you could not feel anything, except pain and foreknowledge of pain. Part 3 Chapter 1

They got me a long time ago,’ said O’Brien with a mild, almost regretful irony … ‘You know this, Winston’ …’Don’t deceive yourself. You did know it – you have always known it.’ Part 3 Chapter 1

Part 3 Chapter 2

Their real weapon was the merciless questioning that went on and on, hour after hour, tripping him up, laying traps for him, twisting everything that he said, convicting him at every step of lies and self-contradiction… Part 3 Chapter 2

He became simply a mouth that uttered, a hand that signed, whatever was demanded of him. Part 3 Chapter 2

He not only did not know whether ‘yes’ or ‘no’ was the answer that would save him from pain; he did not even know which answer he believed to be the true one. Part 3 Chapter 2

‘…Winston, that reality is not external. Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes: only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal.’ (O’Brien) Part 3 Chapter 2

‘When finally you surrender to us, it must be of your own free will.’ (O’Brien) Part 3 Chapter 2

‘Things will happen to you from which you could not recover, if you lived a thousand years. Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling… or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow.’ (O’Brien) Part 3 Chapter 2

Part 3 Chapter 3

‘We control matter because we control the mind. Reality is inside the skull. …There is nothing that we could not do. Invisibility, levitation – anything. I could float off this floor like a soap bubble if I wish to. …We make the laws of Nature.’ (O’Brien) Part 3 Chapter 3

‘…The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon hatred…’ (O’Brien) Part 3 Chapter 3

‘No. I believe it. I KNOW that you will fail. There is something in the universe – I don’t know, some spirit, some principle – that you will never overcome.’ (Winston to O’Brien) Part 3 Chapter 3

Part 3 Chapter 4

To die hating them, that was freedom. Part 3 Chapter 4

The enormous face … with its heavy black moustache and the eyes that followed you to and fro … Part 3 Chapter 4

‘You hate him. Good. Then the time has come for you to take the last step. You must love Big Brother. It is not enough to obey him: you must love him.’ (O’Brien to Winston) Part 3 Chapter 4

Part 3 Chapter 5

One of them was leaping up and down, the other, an old scaly grandfather of the sewers, stood up, with his pink hands against the bars, and fiercely sniffed the air. Part 3 Chapter 5

But he had suddenly understood that in the whole world there was just ONE person to whom he could transfer his punishment – ONE body that he could thrust between himself and the rats. (Winston, about Julia) Part 3 Chapter 5

Part 3 Chapter 6

‘You WANT it to happen to the other person. You don’t give a damn what they suffer. All you care about is yourself.’
‘All you care about is yourself,’ he echoed.
‘And after that, you don’t feel the same towards the other person any longer.’
‘No,’ he said, ‘you don’t feel the same.’ (Winston and Julia) Part 3 Chapter 6

He pushed the picture out of his mind. It was a false memory. He was troubled by false memories occasionally. They did not matter so long as one knew them for what they were. (Winston) Part 3 Chapter 6

He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. Part 3 Chapter 6

…the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother. Part 3 Chapter 6

Part 3: Appendix

… there was no vocabulary expressing the function of Science as a habit of mind, or a method of thought, irrespective of its particular branches. There was, indeed, no word for ‘science’ … Appendix