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.

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.

Thousand got away to other countries; thousands returned to Spain tempted by false promises of kindness. By the tens of thousands, these Spaniards died of neglect in the concentration camps.

I only knew about daily life. It was said, well, it isn't everybody's daily life. That is why I started.

I daresay I was the worst bed partner in five continents.

Gradually I came to realize that people will more readily swallow lies than truth, as if the taste of lies was homey, appetizing: a habit.

Why do people talk of the horrors of old age? It's great. I feel like a fine old car with the parts gradually wearing out, but I'm not complaining,... Those who find growing old terrible are people who haven't done what they wanted with their lives.

After the desperate years of their own war, after six years of repression inside Spain and six years of horror in exile, these people remain intact in spirit. They are armed with a transcendent faith; they have never won, and yet they have never accepted defeat.

I didn't write. I just wandered about.

If I practised sex, out of moral conviction, that was one thing; but to enjoy it... seemed a defeat.

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.

I see mysteries and complications wherever I look, and I have never met a steadily logical person.

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.

And though various organizations in America and England collected money and sent food parcels to these refugees, nothing was ever received by the Spanish.

The road passed through a curtain of pine forest and came out on a flat, rolling snow field. In this field the sprawled or bunched bodies of Germans lay thick, like some dark shapeless vegetable.

I followed the war wherever I could reach it.

Citizenship is a tough occupation which obliges the citizen to make his own informed opinion and stand by it.

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.

There were ten concentration camps in France from 1939 on.

It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.

Then somebody suggested I should write about the war, and I said I didn't know anything about the war. I did not understand anything about it. I didn't see how I could write it.

I found out about the Spanish war because I was in Germany when it began.

Journalism at its best and most effective is education. Apparently people would not learn for themselves, nor from others.

In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.

I like Toronto a lot, it's a good city. The only thing that really annoys me about Toronto is that you're turning Maple Leaf Gardens into a grocery store, which is absolutely nothing short of disgusting.

Little Sparta is a garden in the traditional sense. It is perhaps not like other modern gardens, but I think that other times would have had no difficulty with it.

The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.

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.

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

As the lower parts of the Japanese houses and shops are open both before and behind, I had peeps of these pretty little gardens as I passed along the streets; and wherever I observed one better than the rest I did not fail to pay it a visit.

No doubt these rocky islands have suggested the idea worked out in gardens, and they have been well imitated.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

The plants are principally kept in large pots arranged in rows along the sides of narrow paved walks, with the houses of the gardeners at the entrance through which the visitors pass to the gardens.

In Japanese houses the interior melts into the gardens of the outside world.

Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.

Hedge-hogs abound in my gardens and fields.

This house was our dream-the gardens, the study, even the swimming pool. Even though I can't see John when I wake up in the morning, I can always feel him here with me.

I sometimes think the chef end of cooking is not the real end of cooking. Cooking is all about homes and gardens, it doesn't happen in restaurants.

A creative person has to create. It doesn't really matter what you create. If such a dancer wanted to go out and build the cactus gardens where he could, in Mexico, let him do that, but something that is creative has to go on.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

And, of course, millions of us cross the border to work in US homes and gardens and factories and carpentry shops and restaurants, and if you go to a restaurant pretty much anywhere in the United States, the chances are that the dishes will be washed by a Mexican.

George Harrison is perhaps one of the most creative people I ever met, not only in his music and songwriting, but just the way he lived his life, decorated his gardens and homes. He was a dear friend of mine. His entire approach to music was very unique.

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.

There are about a dozen of these gardens, more or less extensive, according to the business or wealth of the proprietor; but they are generally smaller than the smallest of our London nurseries.

These gardens may be called the gardens of the respectable working classes.