“Listen. The more men you’ve had, the more I love you. Do you understand that?” Winston to Julia

“Maybe he thinks I’ve been slutting around, at Jezebel’s, with the Commander or more.”

“If they could make me stop loving you – that would be the real betrayal” W to Julia

The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love; there's no other kind of love in this room now. Chapter 9

“Sexual intercourse was to be looked on as a slightly disgusting minor operation, like having an enema.“

"I hunger to touch something, other than cloth or wood. I hunger to commit the act of touch." Chapter 2

“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.” part 2 chapter 4

“I want to reach up, taste his skin…It’s so good, to be touched by someone to be felt so greedily.”

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.“ part 3 chapter 2

“But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It’s lack of love we die from.“ Chapter 18