George Orwell
George Orwell
Eric Arthur Blair, who used the pen name George Orwell, was an English novelist, essayist, journalist, and critic. His work is marked by lucid prose, awareness of social injustice, opposition to totalitarianism, and outspoken support of democratic socialism...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 June 1903
CityMotihari, India
reality skulls
Reality is inside the skull.
book writing giving
For after all, what is there behind, except money? Money for the right kind of education, money for influential friends, money for leisure and peace of mind, money for trips to Italy. Money writes books, money sells them. Give me not righteousness, O lord, give me money, only money.
want animalism comrade
Surely, comrades, you don't want Jones back?
lonely ghost
He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.
war evil literature
War is evil, but it is often the lesser evil.
men technology development
Men are only as good as their technical development allows them to be.
struggle writing personality
It is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.
niece years feelings
It's a wonderful feeling to have a niece like you Because you are always so dear You are so dear no matter the year But all throughout each day of the year There could hardly be a town in the South of England where you could throw a brick without hitting the niece of a bishop.
bible weakness
Weakness is strength.
party important atheism
The party is not concerned with perpetuating itself. Who wields power is not important, providing that the hierarchical structure always remains the same.
safe emotion life-is
One of the effects of a safe and civilized life is an immense over sensitiveness which makes all the primary emotions somewhat disgusting.
blow moon echoes
The moralist and the revolutionary are constantly undermining one another. Marx exploded a hundred tons of dynamite beneath the moralist position, and we are still living in the echo of that tremendous crash. But already, somewhere or other, the sappers are at work and fresh dynamite is being tamped in place to blow Marx at the moon. Then Marx, or somebody like him, will come back with yet more dynamite, and so the process continues, to an end we cannot foresee.
tree nineteen chestnuts
Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me--
funny dirty naughty
Whatever is funny is subversive, every joke is ultimately a custard pie... a dirty joke is a sort of mental rebellion.