One of my favourite opening lines: “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

“Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.”
“Being in a minority, even in a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.”
“Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.”

“It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.”