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
Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocence this side of the womb. – Nadine Gordimer
The gap between the committed and the indifferent is a Sahara whose faint trails, followed by the minds eye only, fade out in sand. – Nadine Gordimer
We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery of life. After all, Taormina, Ceylon, Africa, America — as far as we go, they are only the negation of what we ourselves stand for and are: and were rather like Jonahs running away from the place we belong. – D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence