Lois McMaster Bujold Quotes

I desire to know wherefore why I am banished.

I not only lived physically away from my native land, but the values and critical judgments of those closest to me became stranger and stranger.

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

I don't belong on this earth. I always feel out of place - like a visitor.

I have no protection at home, or resting place abroad. ... I am an outcast from the society of my childhood, and an outlaw in the land of my birth. I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.

And I, as I lived, in an alien landWill die a slave and an orphan.

Exile is my power.

Sometimes I feel very alone. I am a bit of a nomad. Many people in sort of emerging countries, emerging economies, find themselves displaced. So there is that sense, and so I'm part of a whole, I think, group of displaced people.

I don't much mind being expelled from communities.

I'm stuck somewhere a small island in the middle of the Atlantic where I'm alone. Because in France, they're like, 'No, you're not like us, you're not a French guy.' And in America, they're like, 'You're not like us.' I'm really alone in my little thing.

Exile is not a time frame. Exile is an experience. It's a sentiment.

I've always been an outsider. Even in London. If I returned to Scotland, I'd feel a complete foreigner.

Being sent away to school was no different from my biological mother giving me away.

I never belonged anywhere. I just felt like a creature from another planet.

Everywhere I go, I feel strange.

I've always been an outsider; a displaced person.

Lots of times you can feel as an exile in a country that you were born in.

The hardest thing about being at Sony was not the travel; it was being divorced from the public and private life I had in New York. Travelling as much as I did, while I didn't lose connection with my friends, I lost a sense of belonging.

I had never had a deep sense of belonging anywhere. I always felt I was an outsider.

I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.

God drove Cain out of his presence and sent him into exile far away from his native land, so that he passed from a life of human kindness to one which was more akin to the rude existence of a wild beast.

People would get up and leave so they would not have to sit anywhere near me.

I've never fit in anywhere in my life. Ever.

In South Africa, I feel I am a stranger, at best an animal.

I am thrice homeless, as a native of Bohemia in Austria, as an Austrian among Germans, and as a Jew throughout the world. Everywhere an intruder, never welcomed.