I didn't write. I just wandered about.
I followed the war wherever I could reach it.
I daresay I was the worst bed partner in five continents.
There were ten concentration camps in France from 1939 on.
I found out about the Spanish war because I was in Germany when it began.
It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.
I see mysteries and complications wherever I look, and I have never met a steadily logical person.
If I practised sex, out of moral conviction, that was one thing; but to enjoy it... seemed a defeat.
I only knew about daily life. It was said, well, it isn't everybody's daily life. That is why I started.
It is alleged that half a million Spanish men, women and children fled to France after the Franco victory.