When the white man turns tyrant, it is his own freedom that he destroys.

George Orwell

George Orwell

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

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To be marching up the street behind red flags inscribed with elevating slogans, and then to be bumped off from an upper window by some total stranger with a sub-machine-gun—that is not my idea of a useful way to die.

It was like trying to make a move at chess when you were already mated.

Here you come upon the important fact that every revolutionary opinion draws part of its strength from a secret conviction that nothing can be changed.

In such circumstances there can be no argument; the necessary minimum of agreement cannot be reached ... It is as though in the middle of a chess tournament one competitor should suddenly begin screaming that the other is guilty of arson or bigamy. The point that is really at issue remains untouched.

Never use a metaphor, simile or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.

It is curious how people take it for granted that they have a right to preach at you and pray over you as soon as your income falls below a certain level.

He would read King Lear and forget this filthy century.

If the Party could thrust its hand into the past and say of this or that event, it never happened—that, surely, was more terrifying than mere torture and death?

The point is that as soon as fear, hatred, jealousy and power worship are involved, the sense of reality becomes unhinged.

The intellectual is different from the ordinary man, but only in certain sections of his personality, and even then not all the time.

People worship power in the form in which they are able to understand it. A twelve-year-old boy worships Jack Dempsey. An adolescent in a Glasgow slum worships Al Capone. An aspiring pupil at a business college worships Lord Nuffield. A New Statesman reader worships Stalin. There is a difference in intellectual maturity, but none in moral outlook.

No question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again: but already it was impossible to say which was which.

He was an embittered atheist (the sort of atheist who does not so much disbelieve in God as personally dislike Him), and took a sort of pleasure in thinking that human affairs would never improve.

The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.