He was an embittered atheist, the sort.. George Orwell

He was an embittered atheist, the sort of atheist who does not so much disbelieve in God as personally dislike Him.

George Orwell

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

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Below that are "the proles," numbering perhaps eight-five per cent of the population. In terms of our earlier classification, the proles are the Low, for the slave population of the equatorial lands, who pass constantly from conqueror to conqueror, are not a permanent or necessary part of the structure.

We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men. If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear. In times of universal deceit, telling the truth will be a revolutionary act.

It's curious how it gets you down to have a sticky neck.

It is difficult to be certain about anything except what you have seen with your own eyes, and consciously or unconsciously everyone writes as a partisan.

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An earthquake is such fun when it is over.

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They can't get inside you,' she had said. But they could get inside you.

Whatever is funny is subversive, every joke is ultimately a custard pie... a dirty joke is a sort of mental rebellion.

Nonsense. The earth is as old as we are, no older. How could it be older? Nothing exists except through human consciousness.' ‘But the rocks are full of the bones of extinct animals—mammoths and mastodons and enormous reptiles which lived here long before man was ever heard of.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

The consequences of every act are included in the act itself.

There was nothing with which they could compare their present lives: they had nothing to go upon except Squealer's lists of figures, which invariably demonstrated that everything was getting better and better.

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