George Orwell, pen name of Eric Arthur Blair

George
Orwell, pen name of Eric Arthur Blair
1903
1950

English Author and Journalist, known for books "Animal Farm", and "Nineteen Eighty Four"

Author Quotes

We are in a strange period of history in which a revolutionary has to be a patriot and a patriot has to be a revolutionary.

Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.

Whoever is winning at the moment will always seem to be invincible.

Writing a novel is agony.

You were the dead; theirs was the future.

Tragedy, he perceived, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there were still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason.

We are not interested in those stupid crimes you have committed. The Party is not interested in the overt act: the thought is all we care about.

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

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

Why are beggars despised? I believe the reason is very simple, that is because they fail to live well. In practice, people do not care whether or not the work was useless, productive or parasitic, the only thing that matters is that the work should be profitable. In all the modern talk about efficiency, social services and others, is there any meaning other than 'Get money, make your own legal, and get a lot'? Money has become a major gauge of morality. With this size of beggars fail, and therefore they are humbled. If people can be ten pounds a week income as a beggar, this profession will soon occupy a respectable position. A beggar, viewed realistically, is simply a businessman trying to survive, like other employers, by using his hands. He never sold his honor, more than most modern people, it only made ??a mistake by choosing a business that does not give him the possibility to become rich (p. 268)

Yet in the most mean, cowardly, hypocritical way the British ruling class did all they could to hand Spain over to Franco and the Nazis. Why? Because they were pro-Fascist, was the obvious answer.

You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.

Twelve voices rose furious, and all were similar. There was no time to wonder what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, from man to pig, and from pig to man again, but already it was impossible for them to distinguish between the two.

We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. 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?

We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.

When I see an actual flesh-and-blood worker in conflict with his natural enemy, the policeman, I do not have to ask myself which side I am on.

Why has the time to do anything except worthy and important ones? Think about something you care and figured minutes allocated by him and compare it in hours that Ohdrtha in, acts like a razor and ride buses waiting at the train stations and the exchange of pornographic stories and read newspapers.

You always, I notice, feel the same when you are under heavy fire - not so much afraid of being hit as afraid because you don't know where you will be hit. You are wondering all the while just where the bullet will nip you, and it gives your whole body a most unpleasant sensitiveness.

You will have to get used to living without results and without hope. You will work for a while, you will be caught, you will confess, and then you will die. Those are the only results that you will ever see. There is no possibility that any perceptible change will happen within our own lifetime. We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future.

TWO AND TWO MAKES FIVE.

We are the dead,' he said. 'We're not dead yet,' said Julia prosaically. 'Not physically. Six months, a year – five years, conceivably. I am afraid of death. You are young, so presumably you're more afraid of it than I am. Obviously we shall put it off as long as we can. But it makes very little difference. So longs as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.' 'Oh, rubbish! Which would you sooner sleep with, me or a skeleton? Don't you enjoy being alive? Don't you like feeling: This is me, this is my hand, this is my leg, I'm real, I'm solid, I'm alive!

We will not revolt even aware of, and will not be aware of until after the revolt

When I sit down to write a book, I do not say to myself, 'I am going to produce a work of art.' I write it because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, and my initial concern is to get a hearing.

Why should one feel it to be intolerable unless one had some kind of ancestral memory that things had one been different?

Author Picture
First Name
George
Last Name
Orwell, pen name of Eric Arthur Blair
Birth Date
1903
Death Date
1950
Bio

English Author and Journalist, known for books "Animal Farm", and "Nineteen Eighty Four"