During the month that he had known her the nature of his desire for her had changed. (At the beginning) there had been little true sensuality in it. Their first love-making had been simply an act of the will. But after the second time it was different.
The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling ofher skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity, something that he not only wanted but felt that he had a right to. - P115
"It‘s all Inner Party stuff. There‘s nothing those swine don‘t have, nothing. - P117
What he had actually expected was to see her naked. But she was not naked. The transformation that had happened was much more surprising than that. She had painted her face. - P118
With just a few dabs of color in the right places she had become not only very much prettier, but, above all, far more feminine. - P118
In this room I‘m going to be a woman, not a Party comrade." - P118
"Don‘t go on!" said Winston, with his eyes tightly shut.
"Dearest! You‘ve gone quite pale. What‘s the matter?
Do they make you feel sick?"
"Of all horrors in the world-a rat!" - P120
She brought the glass paperweight over to the bed to have a look at it in a better light. He took it out ofher hand, fascinated as always by the soft, rainwatery appearance of the glass.
"What is it, do you think?" said Julia.
"I don‘t think it‘s anything-I mean, I don‘t think it was ever put to any use. That‘s what I like about it. It‘s a little chunk of history that they‘ve forgotten to alter. It‘s a message from a hundred years ago, if one knew how to read it.‘ - P121
The room was darkening. He turned over toward the light and lay gazing into the glass paperweight. The inexhaustibly interesting thing was not the fragment of coral but the interior of the glass itself. There was such a depth of it, and yet it was almost as transparent as air. - P122
He had the feeling that he could get inside it, and that in fact he was inside it, along with the mahogany bed and the gateleg table and the clock and the steel engraying and the paperweight itself. The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia‘s life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal. - P122
The room was a world, a pocket of the past where extinct animals could walk. Mr. Charrington, thought Winston, was another extinct animal. - P125
History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right. I know, of course, that the past is falsified, but it would never be possible for me to prove it, even when I did the falsification myself. After the thing is done, no evidence ever remains. The only evidence is inside my own mind, and I don‘t know with any certainty that any other human being shares my memories. Just in that one instance, in my whole life, I did possess actual concrete evidence after the event-years after it. - P128
"I‘m not interested in the next generation, dear. I‘m interested in us."
"You‘re only a rebel from the waist downwards," he told her.
She thought this brilliantly witty and flung her arms round him in delight. - P129
Talking to her, he realized how easy it was to present an appearance of orthodoxy while having no grasp whatever of what orthodoxy meant. In a way, the world-view of the Party imposed itself most successfully on people incapable of understanding it. They could be made to accept the most flagrant violations of reality, because they never fully grasped the enormity of what was demanded of them, and were not sufficiently interested in public events to notice what was happening. By lack of understanding they remained sane. They simply swallowed everything, and what they swallowed did them no harm, because it left no residue behind, just as a grain of corn will pass undigested through the body of a bird. - P129
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