I Found Out About The Spanish War

In The Last Camp They All Ate Grass, Until The Authorities Forbade Them To Pull It Up. They Were Accustomed To Having The Fruits Of Their Little Communal Gardens Stolen By The Guards, After They Had Done All The Work; But At The Last Camp Everything Was Stolen.

People Often Say, With Pride, 'i'm Not Interested In Politics.' They Might As Well Say, 'i'm Not Interested In My Standard Of Living, My Health, My Job, My Rights, My Freedoms, My Future Or Any Future.' ... If We Mean To Keep Any Control Over Our World And Lives, We Must Be Interested In Politics.

I Know Enough To Know That No Woman Should Ever Marry A Man Who Hated His Mother.

It Is Alleged That Half A Million Spanish Men, Women And Children Fled To France After The Franco Victory.

If I Were A First Rate Writer, I Wouldn't Mind A Bit. What Does Depress Me Is This: It Is So Desperately Hard And So Obsessive And So Lonely To Write That, In Return For All This Work, One Would Like A Little Self Satisfaction. And That Is Never Going To Come, For The Simple Reason That I Do Not Deserve It. I Cannot Be A Good Enough Writer. You See? I Call It Grim. But The Future Looks Awfully Clear To Me.