“T. V. has brought murder back into the home where it belongs.”

“God has brought us where we are, to consider the work we may do in the world, as well as at home.”

“This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?”

“In the end we're all searching for our home, that one place where we belong.”

“Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.”

“Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.”

“This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary home”

“If you lose the dullards back in the dust, that's where they belong. You don't want them anyway.”

“It is the purity of a truth of which you have had only a glimpse. This is the feast, and the tiny tidbits you tasted before, back there, had made you hope for the existence of the Whole. The nameless emotion, longing, nostalgia, sense of destiny that you felt back there when you stared at the cloud layered sunset in Hawaii, when you stood quietly among the tall, waving trees in the silent forest, when a musical selection, passage, or song recalled memories of the past or brought forth a longing for which there was no associated memory, when you longed for the place where you belonged, whether city, town, country, nation, or family—these are now fulfilled. You are Home. You are where you belong. Where you always should have been.”

“it's back to school time. or as home-schoolers call it, stay-where-you-are time.”