In America I’m not really a private person. No, I’m a public person. And a public person cannot write. Writers always have to find a way to do their work, because if you don’t do your work, then you really are useless. The best thing I ever did in my life, I think, was in effect flee America and go to Paris in 1948. It gave me time to vomit up a great deal of bitterness. At least I could operate in Paris without being menaced socially. Nobody cared what I did.