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.
Exile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship.
The ideal place for me is the one in which it is most natural to live as a foreigner.
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