We shall abolish the orgasm. Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science.
— O'Brien, Nineteen Eighty-Four
There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always — do not forget this, Winston — always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless.
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever.
— O'Brien (again), Nineteen Eighty-Four
A future so chaotic and grim, you won't want to live long enough to get there.
— Trauma 2020 tagline
If the world were perfect, it wouldn't be.
— Yogi Bera
We have longed to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors.
— Professor Milton Glass, Watchmen
The Drode: I will tell you about reality. Your country is an empire ruled by terror and torture. It has made war on the nations to the south. It slaughters peoples it calls 'Primitives.' It enslaves anyone with an IQ below eighty, as well as anyone born with what you call defects. All in all, it's my kind of place.
Marco: That's bull!
The Drode: I assure you it is all true. The Yeerks are within months of consolidating control. The lack of freedom among humans has made their conquest ever so much easier. Your few books, your two radio stations, your single television channel are all censored. Your technology is fifty years behind where it should be. Poverty is widespread, curable diseases run rampant, some women are forced to breed to repopulate the dominant white race while at the same time, in the major cities the poor and homeless are rounded up and shot-
—Animorphs - Megamorphs #3
Nea So Copros is poisoning itself to death. Its soil is polluted, its rivers lifeless, its air toxloaded, its food supplies riddled with rogue genes. The downstrata can't buy the drugs necessary to counter these privations. Melanoma and malaria belts advance southwards at forty kilometers per year. Those Production Zones of Africa and Indonesia that supply Consumer Zones' demands are sixty percent uninhabitable. Plutocracy's legitimacy, its wealth, is drying up; the Juche's Enrichment Laws are mere sticking plasters on haemorrhages and amputations. Its only other response is that strategy beloved of all bankrupt ideologues: denial. Downstrata purebloods fall into the untermensch sinks; xecs parrot Catechism Seven, "A Soul's Value Is The Dollars Within."
—Sonmi-451, Cloud Atlas