"Bent over their instruments, three hundred Fertilizers were plunged, as the Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning entered the room, in the scarcely breathing silence, the absent-minded...absorbed concentration" (Huxley 4). Normally, childbirth or the act of conceiving would be done in a way that would include extreme care and intimacy. However, that is not the case in this book.  

"Singapore has often produced over sixteen thousand five hundred; and Mombasa has actually touched the seventeen thousand mark. But then they have unfair advantages. You should see the way a negro ovary responds to pituitary" (Huxley 9). 

"Explained the system of labeling--a T for the males, a circle for the females, and for those who were destined to become freemartins a question mark, black on a white ground...So we allow as many as thirty percent of the female embryos to develop normally. The others get a dose of male-sex hormone every twenty-four metres for the rest of the course...they're decanted as freemartins.." (Huxley 13).

"'We also predestine and condition. We decant our babies as socialized human beings, as Alphas or Epsilons, as future sewage workers or future...' He was going to say 'future World controllers,' but correcting himself said 'future Directors of Hatcheries,' instead: (Huxely 13).

"'Reducing the number of revolutions per minute,'...'Nothing like oxygen-shortage for keeping an embryo below par.'...'...an Epsilon embryo must have an Epsilon environment as well as an Epsilon heredity?'...'The lower the caste, the shorter the oxygen.' The first organ affected was the brain. After that the skeleton. At seventy per cent of normal oxygen you got dwarfs. At less than seventy eyeless monsters" (Huxley 14).

"The nurses stiffened to attention as the D.H.C. came in...In silence the nurses obeyed his command...They hurried out of the room and returned in a minute or two" (Huxley 20). 

"...pushing a kind of tall dumb-waiter laden, on a four write-netted shelves, with eigth-month-old babies...'Put them down on the floor.' The infants were unloaded.." (Huxley 20). 

"There was a violent explosion. Shriller and ever shriller, a siren shrieked. Alarm bells maddeningly sounded. The children started, screamed; their faces were distorted with terror...the Director shouted (for the noise was deafening), 'now we proceed to rub in the lesson with a mild electric shock.'...Their little bodies twitched and stiffened; their limbs moved jerkily as if to the tug of unseen wires" (Huxley 21). 

"...all exactly alike (a Bokanovsky Group, it was evident) and all (since there caste was Delta) dressed in khaki" (Huxley 20). 

"A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided to abolish the love of nature, at any rate among the lower classes; to abolish the love of nature, but not the tendency to consume transport. For of course it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it. The problem was to find an economically sounder reason for consuming transport than a mere affection for primroses and landscapes" (Huxley 23). 

"'...all wear green and Delta Children wear khaki. Oh no, I don't want to play with Delta children. And Epsilons are still worse. They're too stupid to be able to read or write. Besides they wear black, which is such a beastly colour. I'm so glad I'm a Beta...Alpha children wear grey. They work much harder than we do, because they're so frightfully clever. I'm really awfully glad I'm a Beta, because I don't work so hard. And then we are much better than the Gammas and Deltas. Gammas are stupid. They all wear green, and Delta children wear khaki'" (Huxley 27). 

"'...But all these suggestions are our suggestions!' The Director almost shouted in his triumph. 'Suggestions from the State'" (Huxley 29). 

"...two children, a little boy of about seven and a little girl who might have been a year older, were playing, very gravely and with all the focused attention of scientists intent on a labour of discovery, a rudimentary sexual game...'It's just that this little boy seems rather reluctant to join in the ordinary erotic play...And so, I'm taking him in to see the Assistant Superintendent of Psychology. Just to see if anything's at all abnormal'" (Huxley 31-32). 

"His fordship Mustapha Mond! The eyes of the saluting students almost popped out of their heads. Mustapha Mond! The Resident Controller for Western Europe! One of the Ten World Controllers" (Huxley 34). 

"She was a popular girl and, at one time or another, had spent a night with almost all of them...Anyhow, she was publicly proving her unfaithfulness to Henry. Fanny ought to be pleased.." (Huxley 58). 

"Like aphides and ants, the leaf-green Gamma girls, the black Semi-Morons swarmed round the entrances, or stood in queues to take their places in the monorail tram-cars. Mulberry-coloured Beta-Minuses came and went among the crowd. The roof of the main building was alive with alighting and departure of helicopters. 'My word,' said Lenina, 'I'm glad I'm not a Gamma'" (Huxley 63). 

"Mother, monogamy, romance...No wonder these poor pre-moderns were mad and wicked and miserable. Their world didn't allow them to take things easily, didn't allow them to be sane, virtuous, happy. What with mothers and lovers, what with the prohibitions they were not conditioned to obey, what with temptations and the lonely remorses, what with all the diseases and the endless isolating pain, what with the uncertainties and the poverty--they were forced to feel strongly. And feeling strongly, how could they be stable?" (Huxley 41). 

"The various Bureaux of Propaganda and the College of Emotional Engineering were housed in a single sixty-story building in Fleet Street. In the basement and on the lower floors were the presses and offices of the three great London newspapers--The Hourly Radio, an upper-caste sheet, in pale green Gamma Gazette, and, on khaki paper and in words exclusively of one syllable, The Delta Mirror. Then came the Bureaux of Propaganda Television, by Feeling Picture, and by Synthetic Voice and Music respectively--twenty-two floors of them. Above were the research laboratories.." (Huxley 65-66). 

"'Did you ever feel as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you aren't using--you know, like all the water that goes down the fall instead of through the turbines?'" (Huxley 69). 

"Henry spoke with a happy pride, rejoicing wholeheartedly in the achievement, as though it had been his own. 'Fine to think we can go on being socially useful even after we're dead. Making plants grow'" (Huxley 73).

"Soma served with coffee. Lenina took two half-gramme tablets and Henry three...Lenina and Henry were yet dancing in another world--the warm, the richly coloured, the infinitely friendly world of soma-holiday...how delightfully amusing every one was!...And yet, bottled as she was, and in spite of that second gramme of soma, Lenina did not forget to take all the contraceptive precautions prescribed by the regulations (Huxley 75-77). 

"'I drink to my annihilation.'...'Ford, we are twelve; oh, make us one, Like drops within the Social River; Oh, make us now together run As swiftly as thy shining Flivver.'...'I drink to the imminence of His coming.'...'Feel how the Greater Being comes! Rejoice and, in rejoicings, die! Melt in the music of the drums! For I am you and you are I'" (Huxley 80-81). 

"But Lenina was crying. 'It's horrible, it's horrible,' she kept repeating. 'And how can you talk like that about not wanting to be a part of the social body? After all, every one works for every one else..'" (Huxley 91). 

"...and in spite of his misery absolutely refused to take the half-gramme...which she pressed upon him...'A gramme in time saves nine,' said Lenina, producing a bright treasure of sleep-taught wisdom. Bernard pushed away the proffered glass impatiently. 'Now, don't lose your temper,' she said. 'Remember one cubic centimetre cures ten gloomy sentiments'" (Huxley 89). 

"'...about sixty thousand Indians and half-breeds...absolute savages...still preserve their repulsive habits and customs...marriage, if you know what that is...families...no conditioning...monstrous superstitions...Christianity and toteism and ancestor worship...extinct languages, such as Zuni and Spanish and Athapascan...pumas, porcupines and other ferocious animals...infectious diseases...priests...venomous lizards..'" (Huxley 103). 

"The Director's threats had actually elated him, made him feel larger than life. But that, as he now realized, was because he had not taken the threats quite seriously... Of that imagined stoicism, that theoretical courage, not a trace was left" (pg. 104).

" 'We give them transfusion of young blood. We keep their metabolism permanently stimulated. So, of course, they don't look like that. Partly,' he added, 'because most of them die long before they reach this old creature's age' " (pg. 111).

None the less confidentially lowering her voice, and leaning, while Lenina stiffened and shrank... [the] reek of embryo poison...Lenina nodded her averted head, let out the breath she had been holding" (pg. 121).

"'That's because we don't allow them to be like that. We preserve them from diseases. We keep their internal secretions artificially balanced at a youthful equilibrium. We don't permit their magnesium-calcium ratio to fall below what it was at thirty. We give them a transfusion of young blood. We keep their metabolism permanently stimulated. So, of course, they don't look like that. Partly,' he added, 'because most of them die long before they reach this old creature's age. Youth almost unimpaired till sixty, and then, crack! the end'" (Huxley 110-111). 

" 'I wonder if you'd like to come back to  London with us?' he asked, making the first move in a campaign whose strategy he had been secretly elaborating ever since... he realized who the 'father' of this young savage must be" (pg. 138).

"Popé used to come often. He said the stuff in the gourd was called mescal; but Linda said it ought to be called soma.." (Huxley 125). 

"Detestable thought! He was ashaed of himself. Pure and vestal modesty" (pg. 145).

"...back to the rest-house, she swallowed six half-gramme tablets of soma, lay down on her bed, and within ten minutes had embarked for lunar eternity. It would be eighteen hours at the least before she was in time again" (Huxley 140). 

" 'My father!' The laughter, which had shown signs of dying away, broke out again more loudly than ever" (pg. 152).

"'The grater a man's talents, the greater his power to lead astray. It is better that one should suffer than that many should be corrupted. Consider the matter dispassionately, Mr. Foster, and you will see that no offence is so heinous as unorthodoxy of behavior. Murder kills only the individual--and, after all, what is an individual?'" (Huxley 148). 

"'...By his heretical views on sport and soma, by the scandalous unorthodoxy of his sexlife, by his refusal to obey the teachings of Our Ford and behave out of office hours..'" (Huxley 149). 

" 'Which will finish her off in a month or two... No, we can't rejuvenate. But I'm very glad to have had this opportunity to see an example of senility in a human being' " (pg. 154-155).

" 'All the same,' John persisted, "I don't believe it's right' " (pg. 155).

"'...seems much distressed because the woman Linda, his m----, remains permanently on holiday...the Savage frequently goes to see her and appears to be much attracted to her--an interesting example of the way in which early conditioning can be made to modify and even run counter to natural impulses (in this case, the impulse to recoil from an unpleasant object)'" (Huxley 160-161). 

"trying to make up his mind, and all the time thinking, thinking00she could not imagine what extraordinary thoughts, 'Good-night, Lenina,' he repeated, and made a strange grimacing attempt to smile" (pg. 171).

"'Good-night, Lenina," he repeated and made a strange grimacing attempt to smile. 'But, John...I thought you were...I mean, aren't you?...' He shut the door and bent forward to say something to the driver. The cab shot up into the air" (Huxley 171). 

"The conception of purpose is novel and highly ingenious, but heretical and, so far as the present social order is concerned, dangerous... Not to be published... It was a masterly piece of work" (pg. 177).

" 'For Ford's sake, John, talk sense. I can't understand a word you say. First it's vacuum cleaners; then it's knots. You're driving me crazy' " (pg. 191).

" 'Now, who wants a chocolate eclair?' she ask in a loud, cheerful tone" (pg. 207).

"The Savage...fell on his knees beside the bed and, covering his face with his hands, sobbed uncontrollably...Undoing all their wholesome death-conditioning with this disgusting outcry---as though death were something terrible, as though any one mattered as much as all that" (pg. 206).

"In the end Bernard had to slink back, diminished, to his rooms and inform the impatient assembly that the Savage would not be appearing that evening. The news was received with indignation. The men were furious at having been tricked into behaving politely to this insignificant fellow with the unsavoury reputation and the heretical opinions.." (Huxley 173). 

"She simply couldn't remember. In the end, she decided not to run the risk of letting it have a second dose, and moved down the line to the next bottle" (Huxley 187). 

"Helmholtz only laughed. 'I feel,' he said, after a silence, 'as though I were beginning to have something to write about. As though I were beginning to be able to use that power I feel I've got inside me--that extra, latent power. Something seems to be coming to me.' In spite of all his troubles, he seemed, Bernard though, profoundly happy" (Huxley 182). 

"Henry detected the weariness in those purple eyes, the pallor beneath that glaze of lupus, the sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth...'But he's the one I want'" (Huxley 187). 

"'You mean, of her not dying?' (He nodded.) 'No, of course there isn't. When somebody's sent here, there's no...' Startled by the expression of distress on his pale face, she suddenly broke off...'Whatever is he saying?'...They met his eyes and simultaneously grinned. One of them pointed with his eclair butt. 'Is she dead?' (Huxley 199-207). 

"'But do you like being slaves?'...'Don't you want to be free and men? Don't you even understand what manhood and freedom are?'...For a moment the khaki mob was silent, petrified, at the spectacle of this wanton sacrilege, with amazement and horror" (Huxley 212-213). 

" 'But do you like being slaves... being babies?' (...) 'Don't you even understand what manhood and freedom are?' (...) He picked up the cash-box and showed them its black emptiness. 'You're free!' " (pg. 212-213).

" 'It hasn't been very good for truth, of course. But it's been very good for happiness. One can't have something for nothing. Happiness has got to be paid for.' (...) 'That's how I paid. By choosing to serve happiness. Other people's---not mine' " (og. 228-229).

" 'The world's stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can't get. They're well off; they're safe; they're never ill; they're not afraid of death..." (pg. 220).

"'...The Controllers had the island of Cyprus cleared of all its existing inhabitants and re-colonized with a specially prepared batch of twenty-two thousand Alphas. All agricultural and industrial equipment was handed over to them and they were left to manage their own affairs. The result exactly fulfilled all the theoretical predictions'" (Huxley 222). 

" 'But I like the inconveniences.' 'We don't,' said the Controller. 'We prefer to do things comfortably.' But I don't want comfort. I want God...poetry...danger...freedom...goodness...sin.' (...) 'You're claiming the right to be unhappy.' " (pg. 240).

"During the first days the Savage lived alone and undisturbed. (...) a young man standing outside the abandoned lighthouse stripped to the waist and hitting himself with a whip of knotted cords" (pg. 246, 248).

"'Call it the fault of civilization. God isn't compatible with machinery and scientific medicine and universal happiness. You must make your choice. Our civilization has chosen machinery and medicine and happiness. That's why I have to keep these books locked up in the safe. They're smut. People would be shocked if..'" (Huxley 234). 

"...were astonished to see a young man standing outside the abandoned lighthouse stripped to the waist and hitting himself with a whip of knotted cords...stared open-mouthed at the extraordinary spectacle...Three days later, like turkey buzzards settling on a corpse, the reporters came" (Huxley 248). 

"'But all the same,' insisted the Savage. 'it is natural to believe in God when you're alone--quite alone, in the night, thinking about death...' 'But people never are alone now,'...'We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it's almost impossible for them ever to have it'" (Huxley 235). 

"From this stupor, he was aroused to a more immediate sense of reality by the impact on his cheek of a well-aimed packet of chewing-gum...'Go away!' he shouted. The ape had spoken; there was a burst of laughter and hand-clapping. 'Good old Savage! Hurrah, hurrah!' And through the babel, he heard cries of: 'Whip, whip, the whip!' Acting on the word's suggestion, he seized the bunch of knotted cords from its nail behind the door and shook it at his tormentors. There was a yell of ironical applause" (Huxley 255). 

"Drawn by the fascination of the horrors of pain and, from within, impelled by that habit of cooperation, that desire for unanimity and atonement, which their conditioning had so ineradicably impacted in them, they began to mime... Just under the crown of the arch dangled a pair of feet" (pg. 258-259).