The Hospital Is The Antechamber To The

One Wants To Live, Of Course, Indeed One Only Stays Alive By Virtue Of The Fear Of Death.

If You Want A Vision Of The Future, Imagine A Boot Stamping On A Human Face - Forever.

Never Use A Long Word Where A Short One Will Do.

Political Language... Is Designed To Make Lies Sound Truthful And Murder Respectable, And To Give An Appearance Of Solidity To Pure Wind.

The Child Thinks Of Growing Old As An Almost Obscene Calamity, Which For Some Mysterious Reason Will Never Happen To Itself. All Who Have Passed The Age Of Thirty Are Joyless Grotesques, Endlessly Fussing About Things Of No Importance And Staying Alive Without, So Far As The Child Can See, Having Anything To Live For. Only Child Life Is Real Life.