Martha Gellhorn

Martha Gellhorn
Martha Ellis Gellhornwas an American novelist, travel writer, and journalist, who is now considered one of the greatest war correspondents of the 20th century. She reported on virtually every major world conflict that took place during her 60-year career. Gellhorn was also the third wife of American novelist Ernest Hemingway, from 1940 to 1945. At the age of 89, ill and almost completely blind, she died in 1998 of an apparent suicide. The Martha Gellhorn Prize for Journalism is named after...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth8 November 1908
CitySt. Louis, MO
CountryUnited States of America
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in November you begin to know how long the winter will be.
I do not see myself as a footnote to someone else's life.
Public opinion, though slow as lava, in the end forces governments towards more sanity, more justice. My heroes and heroines are all private citizens.
There were ten concentration camps in France from 1939 on.
Citizenship is a tough occupation which obliges the citizen to make his own informed opinion and stand by it.
I daresay I was the worst bed partner in five continents.
The world's fat is badly divided.
The human spirit can be indomitable and it is this rare quality that is not at all to be expected that makes survivors of us all, the human race in the grand scheme of things.
It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.
Officialdom is hostile to inquiring outsiders.
the private conscience is the last and only protection of the civilized world.
the English don't go in for imagination: imagination is considered to be improper if not downright alarmist.
Freedom' is the most expensive possession there is; it has to be paid for with loneliness.
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.