“Exile is a dream of a glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the air. ”
“He looked up at them, a scruffy Napoleon with his laces trailing, exiled to a rose-trellised Elba.”
“The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.”
“Exile is courage. True exile is the true measure of each writer.”
“I know how men in exile feed on dreams”
“Probably all of us, writers and readers alike, set out into exile, or at least into a certain kind of exile, when we leave childhood behind...The immigrant, the nomad, the traveler, the sleepwalker all exist, but not the exile, since every writer becomes an exile simply by venturing into literature, and every reader becomes an exile simply by opening a book.”