N i n e t e e n · E i g h t y - F o u r · ( 1 9 8 4 )

Winston : "It exists!"
Torturer : "No. Ashes. Not even identifiable ashes. Dust. It does not exist. It never existed."
Winston : "But it did exist! It does exist! It exists in memory. I remember it. You remember it."
Torturer : "I do not remember it."

Torturer : "How many fingers, Winston?"
Winston : "Four! Four! What else can I say? Four!"
Torturer : "How many fingers, Winston?"
Winston : "Four! Stop it, stop it! How can you go on? Four! Four!"
Torturer : "How many fingers, Winston?"
Winston : "Five! Five! Five!"
Torturer : "No, Winston, that is no use. You are lying. You still think there are four. How many fingers, please?"
Winston : "Four! five! Four! Anything you like. Only stop it, stop the pain!"

Torturer :
"You must stop imagining that posterity will vindicate you, Winston. Posterity will never hear of you. You will be lifted clean out from the stream of history. We shall turn you into gas and pour you into the stratosphere. Nothing will remain of you, not a name in a register, not a memory in a living brain. You will be annihilated in the past as well as in the future. You will never have existed."

Torturer : "We have beaten you, Winston. We have broken you up. You have seen what your body is like. Your mind is in the same state. I do not think there can be much pride left in you. You have been kicked and flogged and insulted, you have screamed with pain, you have rolled on the floor in your own blood and vomit. You have whimpered for mercy, you have betrayed everybody and everything. Can you think of a single degradation that has not happened to you?"
Winston : "I have not betrayed Julia."
Torturer : "No, no; that is perfectly true. You have not betrayed Julia."

Torturer :
"You asked me once what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world."

Torturer :
"By itself, pain is not always enough. There are occasions when a human being will stand out against pain, even to the point of death. But for everyone there is something unendurable---something that cannot be contemplated."

Narrator :
He was falling backwards, into enormous depths, [...] He was still strapped in the chair, but he had fallen through the floor, through the walls of the building, through the earth, through the oceans, through the atmosphere, into outer space, into the gulfs between the stars -- always away, away, away [...] He was light years distant, but O'Brien was still standing at his side.

T h e · F e l l o w s h i p · o f · t h e · R i n g

"Three for the Elven kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie."

T h e · T w o · T o w e r s

Théoden :
"Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Dire deeds awake, dark it is eastward.
Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded!
Forth Eorlingas!"

Narrator : "The Eye: that horrible growing sense of a hostile will that strove with great power to pierce all shadows of cloud, and earth, and flesh, and to see you: to pin you under its deadly gaze, naked, immovable. So thin, so frail and thin, the veils were becoming that still warded it off."

Sméagol : "Stew the rabbits! Spoil beautiful meat Sméagol saved for you, poor hungry Sméagol! What for? What for, silly hobbit? They are young, they are tender, they are nice. Eat them, eat them!"

Sméagol : "Fissh, nice fissh. White Face has vanished, my precious, at last, yes. Now we can eat fish in peace. No, not in peace, precious. For Precious is lost; yes, lost. Dirty hobbits, nasty hobbits. Gone and left us, gollum; and Precious is gone. Only poor Sméagol all alone. No Precious. Nasty Men, they'll take it, steal my Precious. Thieves. We hates them. Fissh, nice fissh. Makes us strong. Makes eyes bright, fingers tight, yes. Throttle them, precious. Throttle them all, yes, if we gets chances. Nice fissh. Nice fissh!"

Sméagol : "We are lost. No name, no business, no Precious, nothing. Only empty. Only hungry; yes, we are hungry. A few little fishes, nasty bony fishes, for a poor creature, and they say death. So wise they are; so just, so very just."

Sméagol : "Sneaking, sneaking! Hobbits always so polite, yes. O nice hobbits! Sméagol brings them up secret ways that nobody else can find. Tired he is, thirsty he is, yes thirsty; and he guides them and he searches for paths, and they say sneak, sneak. Very nice friends, O yes my precious, very nice."

T h e · R e t u r n · o f · t h e · K i n g

Théoden :
"Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
spears shall be shaken, shields be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!"

Narrator : "New forces of the enemy were hastening up the road from the river; and from under the walls came the legions of Morgul; and from the southward fields came the footmen of Harad with horsemen before them, and behind them rose the huge backs of the mûmakil with war-towers upon them. But northward the white crest of Éomer let the great front of the Rohirrim which he had again gathered and marshalled; and out of the City came all the strength of men that was in it, and the silver swan of Dol Amroth was borne in the van, driving the enemy from the Gate."

Théoden : "A grim morn, and a glad day, and a golden sunset!"

Éomer : "Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world's ending!"

Éomer :
"Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!"

Denethor
"Pride and despair!"
"For thy hope is but ignorance. Go then and labour in healing! Go forth and fight! Vanity. For a little space you may triumph on the field, for a day. But against the Power that now rises there is no victory. To this City only the first finger of its hand has yet been stretched. All the East is moving."

Narrator : "Then his wrath blazed in consuming flame, but his fear rose like a vast black smoke to choke him. For he knew his deadly peril and the thread upon which his doom now hung."

Narrator : "From all his policies and webs of fear and treachery, from all his stratagems and wars his mind shook free; and throughout his realm a tremor ran, his slaves quailed, and his armies halted, and his captains suddenly steerless, bereft of will, wavered and despaired. For they were forgotten. The whole mind and purpose of the Power that wielded them was now bent with overwhelming force upon the Mountain. At his summons, wheeling with a rending cry, in a last desperate race there flew, faster than the winds, the Nazgûl, the Ringwraiths, and with a storm of wings they hurtled southwards to Mount Doom."

T h e · G o l d e n · C o m p a s s

Lanselius
"The witches have talked about this child for centuries past. Because they live so close to the place where the veil between the worlds is thin, they hear immortal whispers from time to time, in the voices of those beings who pass between the worlds. And they have spoken of a child such as this, who has a great destiny that can only be fulfilled elsewhere—not in this world, but far beyond. Without this child, we shall all die."
"I am glad to see this child before I die."

Narrator
"Her father was lying back in his chair, lazy and powerful, his eyes as fierce as his daemon’s. She didn’t love him, she couldn’t trust him, but she had to admire him, and the extravagant luxury he’d assembled in this desolate wasteland, and the power of his ambition."
"He stood up, and so did his daemon, proud and beautiful and deadly. Lyra sat still. She was afraid of her father, and she admired him profoundly, and she thought he was stark mad; but who was she to judge?"

Narrator : "In the gloom, though, Lyra sensed the presence of Dust, for the air seemed full of dark intentions, like the forms of though not yet born."

Narrator
"The enormousness of the task silenced them. Lyra looked up at the blazing sky. She was aware of how small they were, she and her daemon, in comparison with the majesty and vastness of the universe; and of how little they knew, in comparison with the profound mysteries above them."
"She turned away. Behind them lay pain and death and fear; ahead of them lay doubt, and danger, and fathomless mystery. But they weren't alone. So Lyra and her Daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky."

T h e · S u b t l e · K n i f e

Narrator : "They were naked, but she felt naked in front of their glance, it was so piercing and went so deep."

Ruta : "How has he done this? I think he must have been preparing this for a long time, for eons. He was preparing this before we were born, sisters, even though he is so much younger... But how can that be? I don’t know. I can’t understand. I think he commands time, he makes it run fast or slow according to his will."

Ruta : "He’s strange. He is the same kind as Lord Asriel. Have you looked into his eyes?"
Serafina : "To tell you the truth, I haven’t dared."

Angels : "You have been preparing for this as long as you have lived."

T h e · A m b e r · S p y g l a s s

Baruch : "And his first campaign will be to destroy your Republic..."

Asriel : "This is the most important task you have ever undertaken. Begin at once, if you please."

Ogunwe : "There may have been a creator, or there may not: we don't know. All we know is that at some point the Authority took charge, and since then, angels have rebelled, and human beings have struggled against him too. This is the last rebellion. Never before have humans and angels, and beings from all the worlds, have made a common cause. This is the greatest force ever assembled. But it may still not be enough. We shall see."