He’s right, Car. I am afraid. There’s a part of me that wants to let him in but then I feel myself put this wall up and I don’t understand why. Maybe that’s what strikes me most about Kostas: that despite everything he’s suffered he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I’ve never known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad that people like Kostas and Bridget who have lost everything can still be open to love… while I, who have lost nothing, am not.
Look, you seem like a sweet kid… actually you seem like a real pain in the ass.
Ling: Variety is the spice of life.
Richard: Secrets are no good when you can’t repeat them. Fishism.
Claire Otoms: The funny thing I find about love is that it’s the one game you lose without even playing it.
Rizzo the Rat: Light the lamp, not the rat. Light the lamp! Not the rat!
Borat: Just a couple of pimps, no hos.
In accordance with the principles of doubthink it does not matter if the war is not real, or when it is, victory is not possible. The war is not meant to be won, it is meant to be continuous. The essential act of modern warfare is the destruction of the produce of human labour. A hierarchical society is only possible and the basis of poverty and ignorance. In principle, the war effort is always planned to keep society of the brink of starvation. The war is waged by the ruling group against its own subjects. And its object is not victory over Eurasia or Eastasia, but to keep the very structure of society intact.
I sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.
In the long run, one gets used to anything. After a single day’s experience of the outside world, a man could easily live 100 years in prison. He’d have laid up enough memories never to be bored.
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?