"There is no loyalty but loyalty to the Party. There is no love except love of Big Brother. All competing pleasures we will destroy."
—O'Brien, Nineteen Eighty-Four
"We will never understand totalitarianism if we do not understand that people rarely have the strength to be uncommon."
Mindless conformity...it's cool. It's fun. Be just like everybody else! Individuality causes pain!
—School signs, Captain Underpants
The Great Guidance: Earth Ro-Man, you violate the laws of plans. To think for yourself is to be like the hu-man.
Ro-Man: Yes! To be like the hu-man! To laugh! Feel! Want! Why are these things not in the plan?
Guidance: You are an extension of the Ro-Man, and a Ro-Man you will remain. Now, I set you into motion. One: destroy the girl. Two: destroy the family. Fail, and I will destroy you!
Ro-Man: Yes! To be like the hu-man! To laugh! Feel! Want! Why are these things not in the plan?
Guidance: You are an extension of the Ro-Man, and a Ro-Man you will remain. Now, I set you into motion. One: destroy the girl. Two: destroy the family. Fail, and I will destroy you!
And why wouldn't I fit in? I'm a totally normal teen. ...Well, except for this. (reveals white hair) Born with it. Doctors can't explain it. They think it's some rare genetic thing. I can't dye it, nothing sticks. I've tried everything. In some places, this hair might be odd in like a cool way, but NOT at Seabrook. People here hate ANYTHING that's different. If anyone outside my family found out I wore a wig, I would never be allowed to cheer. So, I've worn a wig for as long as I can remember.
— Addison Wells, Z-O-M-B-I-E-S (2018)
Plague face: Can you pay the price [of becoming a Faceless Man]?
Arya: What price?
Plague face: The price is you. The price is all you have and all you ever hope to have. We took your eyes and gave them back. Next we will take your ears, and you will walk in silence. You will give us your legs and crawl. You will be no one’s daughter, no one’s wife, no one’s mother. Your name will be a lie, and the very face you wear will not be your own.
Arya: What price?
Plague face: The price is you. The price is all you have and all you ever hope to have. We took your eyes and gave them back. Next we will take your ears, and you will walk in silence. You will give us your legs and crawl. You will be no one’s daughter, no one’s wife, no one’s mother. Your name will be a lie, and the very face you wear will not be your own.
Our bedrooms all look the same because we are all the same in God’s eyes. Who needs individuality anyway? It breeds corruption and distrust.
—An Elsen, Sincere Deceit
