Name: 1984
Author: George Orwell

A man writes secretly at a table in a bare, cracked flat in black and white, a grim city beyond the window. — Original artwork

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four.

Winston Smith

A huge boot looms in the foreground of a stark grey Ministry room where a prisoner sits before a standing official, a telescreen glowing on the wall. — Original artwork

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face for ever.

O'Brien

An uneven metal balance holds several weights on one pan and a single weight on the other above a granite base. — Original artwork

Inequality was the price of civilization.

George Orwell

A thin man in overalls hunches over a notebook at a table in a shabby flat, hidden from a glowing telescreen, a grim city and a giant poster outside. — Original artwork

It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

George Orwell

A brass ear trumpet faces a dandelion seed head and drifting seeds against deep teal. — Original artwork

You had to live--did live, from habit that became instinct--in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.

George Orwell

Ranks of grey-uniformed figures march before a vast white stepped pyramid hung with blank red, white and black banners under searchlights. — Original artwork

War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.

The three slogans of the Party, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949)

A thin man in grey overalls climbs the stairs of a grim tenement past a huge red poster of a moustached face. — Original artwork

Big Brother is watching you.

The caption on the Party's posters, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949)

A man in overalls rewrites old newspapers at a desk in a dim, endless records office, a telescreen above him and a chute open at his side. — Original artwork

Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.

A Party slogan, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949)

A thin man in a Party overall reads a forbidden book at a table in a sunlit attic room while a woman lies on the bed behind him, a glass paperweight on the table. — Original artwork

Doublethink means the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one's mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them.

Emmanuel Goldstein

A man in a blue overall writes in a secret diary by candlelight in a cramped flat while a huge stern face glows on the telescreen on the wall. — Original artwork

Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death.

Winston Smith

A lone man sits at a chessboard with a glass of gin in a smoky café under a giant poster of a single watching eye and a telescreen of marching ranks. — Original artwork

He loved Big Brother.

George Orwell

A broad man in black overalls holds up one hand in a white cell, a narrow bed with straps and a dial machine beyond him. — Original artwork

Sometimes they are five. Sometimes they are three. Sometimes they are all of them at once.

O'Brien

A uniformed man opens a heavy steel door with a barred hatch at the end of a dark corridor, a cage in shadow beside it. — Original artwork

The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world.

O'Brien

An official in black stands over a slumped prisoner on a chair in a stark cell lit by a single high window, a dark telescreen on the wall. — Original artwork

Power is not a means; it is an end.

O'Brien

A man leans on a window sill above a crowded, smoky slum courtyard where a woman hangs washing and children play. — Original artwork

If there is hope, it lies in the proles.

Winston Smith

A small man with papers under his arm leans across a canteen table to talk to a man eating stew, a giant moustached face on a poster above them. — Original artwork

Don't you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought?

Syme

A man writes in a diary under a bare bulb beneath a huge painted eye, the white pyramid of a ministry rising over ruins outside the window. — Original artwork

The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.

George Orwell