The biggest kick I get is to communicate with those who are exiled from the game - in hospitals homes prisons - those who have seldom seen a game who can't travel to a game those who are blind.

Growing up in the '70s and '80s science fiction and especially fantasy had such a stigma attached to them. I felt so punished and exiled for being devoted to these things.

Men know they are sexual exiles. They wander the earth seeking satisfaction craving and despising never content. There is nothing in that anguished motion for women to envy.

I have written about the dispossessed immigrants the condition of women who do not enjoy the same legal rights as men the Palestinians who are deprived of their land and condemned to exile.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

Such is the miraculous nature of the future of exiles: what is first uttered in the impotence of an overheated apartment becomes the fate of nations.

Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.

I think there is a heritage which I'm proud of which is a fight for democracy a fight for social justice a fight for freedom. My grandfather went to jail or exile six times in his life fighting for his principles for democracy or for his country. And my father twice.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.

After the desperate years of their own war after six years of repression inside Spain and six years of horror in exile these people remain intact in spirit. They are armed with a transcendent faith they have never won and yet they have never accepted defeat.