Excluded by my birth and tastes from the social
order, I was not aware of its diversity. Nothing in
the world was irrelevant: the stars on a general's
sleeve, the stock-market quotations, the olive
harvest, the style of the judiciary, the wheat
exchange, flower-beds. Nothing. This order, fearful
and feared, whose details were all inter-related,
had a meaning: my exile.
-- Jean Genet
1910-1986, French
Playwright, Novelist
Exile
as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of
Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in
Index on Censorship.
-- Nadine Gordimer
1923-, South African
Author
You're
an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You
get precious. Fake European standards have ruined
you. You drink yourself to death. You become
obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking,
not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang
around cafés.
-- Ernest Hemingway
1898-1961, American
Writer
If I
were to live my life over again, I would be an
American. I would steep myself in America, I would
know no other land.
-- Henry James
1843-1916, American
Author
