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“He reminds me of how one would feel when they think of home. A place where you eventually have to find your way back…

— Carla Reighard

“What was home, really? Just a place to lay your head. No. It was so much more than that. It was a place where…

— Suzanne Woods Fisher

“I fumbled around in the basement of my soul in search of the small, sensible fellow who often comes to the rescue during emergencies.…

— Max Frei

“I keep my eyes on what I remember as the road, because when I first landed in the Meadow, I wasn’t careful and I…

— Suzanne Collins

“Home is home, no? - whatever layabouts you live with, whatever tempers and timidities. I was glad to glimpse them, and glad to go…

— Margo Lanagan

“I rose to standing, like Lars upon the barbican, the dark city spread at my feet. Lights twinkled in tavern windows, bobbed at the…

— Rachel Hartman

“It did not feel like home. It felt like a place that had been built to be paradise, but had become a prison.”

— Marissa Meyer

“He was the kind of guy who dragged you out of the lake, shoved you down on the ground, growling and groping you, telling…

— Madeline Sheehan

“It is always hard to leave a home a drama a way of life a life. So I sat there warm and safe that…

— Gail Caldwell

“Now on a sloping meadow hours into a fresh day, he found himself a desperate man, struggling to free himself from the shackles of…

— Simon Van Booy

“Sometimes it seemed to him that the house had a bad wild life of its own; the impression of its evil lingered, in its…

— Rumer Godden

“Home was a place where you were supposed to feel safe, protected, accepted. Not the place where lies lurked and truth was held hostage.…

— Christa Allan