Noi, Winston, controlliamo la vita a tutti i suoi livelli. Tu immagini che esista qualcosa come “la natura umana” che si sentirebbe oltraggiata da quello che noi facciamo e che si ribellerà contro di noi. Ma siamo noi a crearla, questa natura umana. Gli uomini possono essere manipolati in tutti i modi.
—  George Orwell - 1984
Podiam arrancar de você até o último detalhe de tudo que você já tivesse feito, dito ou pensado; mas aquilo que estava no fundo de seu coração, misterioso até para você, isso permaneceria inexpugnável.
—  George Orwell. In:1984
It was curious to think that the sky was the same for everybody. And the people under the sky were also very much the same—everywhere, all over the world, hundreds or thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another’s existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people who had never learned to think but were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world.
Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for himself.
—  George Orwell, Animal Farm

Final sentences:

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

from Animal Farm

[The problem of faith and no faith had vanished utterly from her mind.] It was beginning to get dark, but, too busy to stop and light the lamp, she worked on, pasting strip after strip of paper into place, with absorbed, with pious concentration, in the penetrating smell of the gluepot.

from A Clergyman’s Daughter

[Still I can point to one or two things I have definitely learned by being hard up. I shall never again think that all tramps are drunken scoundrels, nor expect a beggar to be grateful when I give him a penny, nor be surprised if men out of work lack energy, nor subscribe to the Salvation Army, nor pawn my clothes, nor refuse a handbill, nor enjoy a meal at a smart restaurant.] That is a beginning.

from Down and Out in Paris and London

Down here it was still the England I had known in my childhood: the railway-cuttings smothered in wild flowers, the deep meadows where the great shining horses browse and meditate, the slow-moving streams bordered by willows, the green bosoms of the elms, the larkspurs in the cottage gardens; and then the huge peaceful wilderness of other London, the barges on the miry river, the familiar streets, the posters telling of cricket matches and Royal weddings, the men in bowler hats, the pigeons in Trafalgar Square, the red buses, the blue policemen—all sleeping the deep, deep sleep of England, from which I sometimes fear that we shall never wake till we are jerked out of it by the roar of bombs.

from Homage to Catalonia

He loved Big Brother.

from Nineteen-Eighty Four

I often wondered whether any of the others grasped that I had done it solely to avoid looking a fool.

from Shooting an Elephant