“You can go home again, the General Temporal Theory asserts, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.”

“Home is where you will always have a place, where you will always feel loved, and you will never be alone.”

“Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.”

“Will you not come home, brother? you have been long away,
It's April, and blossom time, and white is the spray;
And bright is the sun, brother, and warm is the rain, -
Will you not come home, brother, home to us again?”

“You can’t go home again, particularly if you never had one.”

“Home is the place where they have to take you in”

“Home is not where you live but where they understand you.”

“That’s how you know you’re home, I think, no matter how far you’ve gone from it or how long you’ve been in some other place. Home is where they want you to stay longer.”

“Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”

“You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.”