Book 3, section 6

I spend most of my remaining time at the Chestnut Tree Cafe. Time just passes. There isn't really point in it, as I know I am going to die soon anyways. So I just sit at the cafe with my gin, my mind skimming over random ideas. I can't seem to concentrate on anything for long; I've lost to ability to.
Julia and I talked for the first time since that day in the room. It's funny; even though O'Brien already told me that she betrayed me, and quickly at that, and I had betrayed her the second I was placed face to face with rats, it still was odd hearing those words fall from her lips.
"I betrayed you"
But life goes on, more or less, and I am just glad that O'Brien was once again correct. I am cured, and I am sane.
And I love Big Brother.

Book 3, section 5

They tell me that room 101 is the end. Not the end of your life, but it might as well be. It is where you cease to be yourself and just become one of the blundering, brainwashed fools. Or just a nameless victom of a hanging, not much better. I don't want to, but no one can escape. And when They brought out the rats, I understood why. They what you fear most, and use it aggainst you. With it, they can force information out of you you didn't even know you were hiding.
For me it was Julia.
I gave her up to them. Not in the physical sense, because they already had her. No, I gave her up mentally. She no longer was mine, and I betrayed the promise of our relationship. I betrayed our love.

Book 3, section 4

I am on the recover. Everyday, it seems, I am getting better. My muscles are getting stronger, and I am getting fatter. I am still amazed though at how little I am able to do. I can't even lift y self off of the bed at times. But I am improving, at the least.
I am workning on crimestop, which is the ability to believe anything the Party says. I am performing simple exercises, involving phrases such as 'the Party believes the world is flat' or 'the party syas that ice is heavier than water'. They are amazingly hard to do, these exercises, but just like my body, they are emproving everyday.

Book 3, section 3

I now know the answer to my question. I always wondered 'why', and know I know. O'Brien was a collaborator in the making of the book, and he told me. He told me it was merely for the sake of power. As he stated, "Not wealth of luxury of long life or happiness; only power, pure power.
It is amazing how he understands me. Before I open my mouth he knows what I am going to say. Even now, as he tortures me, I can apreciate him. He is so intelligent and interesting. And sometimes, I can even believe that he cares about me.

Book 3, section 2

The days pass without notice, and eventually start to blend together. The pain I am put through was expected from the start, but I didn't realize how much it would wear on my soul. They keep trying to force a confession from me, but I have already told them everything. So I make ones up. I blame people I have never even talked to. They eventually put me in a room, with O' Brien, where they can put me through excruciating pain at their whim. He is telling me that I am crazy. That I am lying to myself. That 2+2=5. But I can't help it, My brain tells me there is 4, even though I desperatly want to see 5. I want to do anything to make the pain stop. He says he is trying to make me better, to cure me. But I fear that if O'brien keeps this up. I won't live long enough to recover from whatever ailment he believes I have.

Book 3, section 1

The ministry of Love. They say that when you enter, you never leave.
I woke up in a white room, with no windows and a small bench to sit upon. It was the first room I had ever seen without a telescreen, for really, there was little or even no need for it. What else was I going to do? They already caught me. The days pass without notice in here, because of the lack of any natural light.
And O'Brien is one of them.

Book 2, section 10

They caught us. They finally caught us. The telescreen, hidden behind the picture frome, spoke to us. And Mr. Charrington, oh our dear Mr. Charrington who sold me the diary, rented us the room, and told me rhymes of the past, is not ours. He is a member of the thought police. When the voice sounded from the telescreen, Julia and I jumped apart, startled. We can no longer be together, our fates are sealed.
We are the dead.