American Novelist, Travel Writer, War Correspondent and Journalist, married Ernest Hemingway
Between his eyes, there were four lines, the marks of such misery as children should never feel. He spoke with that wonderful whisky voice that so many Spanish children have, and he was a tough and entire little boy.
It is alleged that half a million Spanish men, women and children fled to France after the Franco victory.
But now that the guerrilla fighting is over, the Spaniards are again men without a country or families or homes or work, though everyone appreciates very much what they did.
Nothing is better for self-esteem than survival.
Citizenship is a tough occupation which obliges the citizen to make his own informed opinion and stand by it.
People may correctly remember the events of twenty years ago (a remarkable feat), but who remembers his fears, his disgusts, his tone of voice? It is like trying to bring back the weather of that time.
Furthermore, they were constantly informed by all the camp authorities that they had been abandoned by the world: they were beggars and lucky to receive the daily soup of starvation.
The ends never justify the means because IT never ends.
There is too much space in the world. I am bewildered by it, and mad with it. And this urge to run away from what I love is a sort of sadism I no longer pretend to understand.
Life is not long at all, never long enough, but days are very long indeed.
It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.