"I wasn't crying because I was sad. I guess I was crying because we had nowhere else to go, no choice but to go on living in this world. Crying because we had no other world to choose, and crying at everything before us, everything around us"

"I understood it. Through my tears, I saw the world come into focus. It had another side. I opened my eyes as wide as I could, fighting to see it all. Everything that I could see was beautiful. I cried and cried, standing there, surrounded by that beauty, even though I wasn't standing anywhere. I could hear the sound of my own tears. Everything was beautiful. Not that there was anyone to share it with, anyone to tell. Just the beauty"

"¿Es que acaso no captas la finalidad de la neolengua?¡Se trata de poner un límite a los alcances del pensamiento, estrechar el radio de acción de la conciencia!...¿Cómo rezaremos el eslogan «La libertad es esclavitud» cuando haya desaparecido el concepto de libertad?"

"Cada vez que sonreía y reía me acosaba el pensamiento de cuántas veces lo haría con esa mismsa boca, esos mismos ojos, hasta que un día ya no se abrirían más, y entonces otros llorarían y reirían hasta ser también ellos enterrados bajo tierra"