Quotes About Dystopia

bimbo boxes with license plates from all the Burbclaves.

a place where the worst elements of humanity had defeated civilization.

That's what I always liked about science fiction - you can make the world end. Humour is my multiple warhead delivery system.

The North Korean state was born at about the same time that Nineteen Eighty-Four was published, and one could almost believe that the holy father of the state, Kim Il Sung, was given a copy of the novel and asked if he could make it work in practice. Yet even Orwell did not dare to have it said that Big Brother's birth was attended by miraculous signs and portents - such as birds hailing the glorious event by singing in human words.

His style as a writer places him in the category of the immortals, and his courage as a critic outlives the bitter battles in which he engaged. As a result, we use the word 'Orwellian' in two senses: The first describes a nightmare state, a dystopia of untrammelled power; the second describes the human qualities that are always ranged in resistance to such regimes, and that may be more potent and durable than we sometimes dare to think.

El Estado norcoreano nació aproximadamente en la misma época en que se publicó 1984, y cualquiera podría casi creer que el santo padre del Estado, Kim Il-sung, recibió un ejemplar de la novela y le preguntaron si sería capaz de ponerla en práctica.

The North Korean state was born at about the same time that Nineteen Eighty-Four was published , and one could almost believe that the holy father of the state, Kim Il Sung, was given a copy of the novel and asked if he could make it work in practice.

The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal.

In NEWSPEAK, words like honor, justice, morality, democracy, science, and religion are eliminated entirely, being replaced by a single new word, CRIMETHINK,

This is a perfect world. An imperfect world would have been terrible.

Earth . . . A dim place, ancient beyond knowledge . . . Ages of rain and wind have beaten and rounded the granite, and the sun is red and feeble . . . A million cities have lifted towers, have fallen to dust. In place of the old peoples a few thousand strange souls live. There is evil on Earth . . . Earth is dying . . .

This kind of art - the dystopic future kind of art - is designed to make you uncomfortable.

It's true that my stories seem to deal with the end of the world. I've often been called the high priest of gothic miserablism, which is slightly unfair.

The broken image of Man moves in minute by minute and cell by cell.... Poverty, hatred, war, police-criminals, bureaucracy, insanity, all symptoms of The Human Virus.

The Running Man, movie

Il mondo nuovo è un unico campo di concentramento che si crede un paradiso, non essendoci nulla da contrapporgli.

The question grows more troubling with each passing year how much of what yesterday's science fiction regarded as unspeakably dreadful has become today's award-winning research

the theme that runs powerfully through all of Orwell's writings, from his early work on Burmese Days through the late 1930s and then through the great essays, and into Animal Farm and 1984, is the abuse of power in the modern world by both the left and the right.

If you're living in a dystopia, you don't necessarily want to look at another one.

Si credono i padroni dell'umanità e purtroppo lo stanno diventando: la politica democratica ha cessato di resistere loro, spianando la strada alla dittatura incondizionata dei poteri forti, economici e finanziari, che ormai dettano le condizioni della nostra vita pubblica.

I've spent the last fifteen years of my life railing against the game of soccer, an exercise that has been lauded as the sport of the future since 1977. Thankfully, that future dystopia has never come.

According to population expert Dr. Paul Ehrlich, we should currently be experiencing a dystopian dreamscape where "survivors envy the dead," which seems true only when I look at Twitter. Yet

In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.

the world's gone to hell, and we're driving through Satan's lower intestine