"...she had without exception the most stupid, vulgar, empty mind that he had ever encountered. She had not a thought in her head that was not a slogan, and there was no imbecility, absolutely none, that she was not capable of swallowing if the Party handed it to her. "The human sound track" he nicknamed her in his own mind." (Page 66)
"The women of the Party were all alike. Chastity was as deeply ingrained in them as Party loyalty. By careful early conditioning by games and cold water, by the rubbish that was dinned into them at school and in the Spies and Youth League, by lectures, parades, songs, slogans, and the martial music, the natural feeling had been driven out of them."
(Pages 67-8)
"Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after the have rebelled they cannot become conscious." (Page 70)
"The ideal set up by the Party was something huge, terrible, and glittering -- a world of steel and concrete, of monstrous machines and terrifying weapons -- a nation of warriors and fanatics, marching forward in perfect unity, all thinking the same thoughts and shouting the same slogans, perpetually working, fighting, triumphing, persecuting -- three hundred million people all with the same face. The reality was decaying, dingy cities, where underfed people shuffled to an fro in leaky shoes, in patched-up nineteenth-century houses that smelt always of cabbages and bad lavatories." (Page 74)
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