It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.
It is alleged that half a million Spanish men, women and children fled to France after the Franco victory.
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.
If I practised sex, out of moral conviction, that was one thing; but to enjoy it... seemed a defeat.
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.