'1984' is not a wonder tale. Not only could it happen, but it has happened, but under different names.

The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.

I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name; remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I want to steal something.

But how can you have a sense of wonder if you’re prepared for everything?

​Now I'm awake to the world. I was asleep before. That's how we let it happen. When they slaughtered Congress, we didn't wake up. When they blamed terrorists and suspended the constitution, we didn't wake up then, either. Nothing changes instantaneously. In a gradually heating bathtub, you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.

The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.