I grew up with a lot of exiles from Chile, Mexico, Argentina, Brazil, Peru, Colombia – I grew up with them, and I gained a family; I gained friends.

Keep the prospect of death, exile and all such apparent tragedies before you every day – especially death – and you will never have an abject thought, or desire anything to excess.

I must die. Must I then die lamenting? I must be put in chains. Must I then also lament? I must go into exile. Does any man then hinder me from going with smiles and cheerfulness and contentment?

Exile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room.