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“Without pride, man becomes a parasite �� and there are already too many parasites.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Shame comes in different doses.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Rare contact creates a stir. Gossip spreads. Tensions build. Denying Pissec, miserable Obelmäker and repressed Baumauer are all seething-jealous �� openly or reservedly �� within the hour. The pay rise promise is working a treat. Brichacek’s licking the tip of a pencil with her sticky pink tongue. “Stop flirting,�� he tells her, but he looks at her breasts and thinks, The girls with the bruises in the sex films are just dead dolls, but this pretty toy is alive.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Past events, it is argued, have no objective existence, but survive only in written record and in human memories. The past is whatever the records and the memories agree upon. And since the Party is in full control of all records and in equally full control of the minds of its members, it follows that the past is whatever the Party chooses to make it.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley �� one day in the near future, they might just save your life.�� Maxwell D. Kalist.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people �� and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere with him �� a handbook of the most widely contravened banking rules. He works humourlessly (on the surface of it) in a private, perfectly square office on the third floor of a restored grain exchange midway along the Eastern flank of Květniv’s busy, modern central plaza. Behind his oblong slate desk and black leather swivel chair is an intimidating, three-storey wall made almost entirely of bevelled, glare-reducing grey glass in art-deco style; one hundred and thirty six rectangles of gleam stacked together in a dangerously heavy collage.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays, he smokes one cigarette (but claims he’s not a smoker). On Fridays, he treats himself to his favourite pastime: horse practice �� he grew up with horses and likes to try and emulate their distinctive whinnies, snorts, neighs, snuffles, sighs, grunts, fluttering nostrils, the occasional aggressive outburst and the especially beautiful nicker of a mare to her foal. And, on Saturdays, lest we forget, Maxwell D. Kalist drinks wine from a chalice.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“You are a more powerful person than you might have ever imagined.�� Maxwell D. Kalist.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“I’m warning you because you’re young and vulnerable. He’s a dirty, lying, conniving piece of shit and he’s dangerous.�� Gottfried Baumauer.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Secrets are dangerous.�� Gottfried Baumauer.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“The cause of the party’s defectiveness must be found. All our principles were right, but our results were wrong. This is a diseased century. We diagnosed the disease�� but wherever we applied the healing knife a new sore appeared. Our will was hard and pure, we should have been loved by the people. But they hate us. Why are we so odious and detested?”
― Arthur Koestler

“Неужели вам непонятно, что задача новояза �� сузить горизонты мысли? В конце концов мы сделаем мыслепреступление попросту невозможным �� для него не останется слов. Каждое необходимое понятие будет выражаться одним-единственным словом, значение слова будет строго определено, а побочные значения упразднены и забыты. В одиннадцатом издании, мы уже на подходе к этой цели. Но процесс будет продолжаться и тогда, когда нас с вами не будет на свете. С каждым годом всё меньше и меньше слов, всё уже и уже границы мысли. Разумеется, и теперь для мыслепреступления нет ни оправданий, ни причин. Это только вопрос самодисциплины, управления реальностью. Но в конце концов и в них нужда отпадёт. Революция завершится тогда, когда язык станет совершенным.”
― George Orwell