“Home. That wonderful place I was lucky enough to revisit no matter how short a time finally realizing it's not relegated to just one single place its wherever you make it.”

“And for the first time since coming home, i'm completely happy. It's strange. Home... to be here, in my technical house, and discover now someplace different... Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?... For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person. And we're finally home.”

“The Great ThingAbout long-time, all-time friendsis, no matter how many hours (days, weeks, months, and, I assume,years) you spend in differnt places, when you're finally in the same room again, it's like you've never lefteach other's side. And you realize that your hearts have neverdisconnected”

“In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.”

“The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.”

“To him food was identity, culture, family, how you define home and love and who you are - all of it at once....It's not just the pie. It's the chemistry and physics. It's place and time and history and religion and music...I felt blurred by his presence, overwhelmed with double vision - the world as I was seeing it and the world as Henry would have.”