“She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside...”

“I want to go home.' The moment the smell hit her, the words came into her head. She didn't know exactly what home it was she wanted to go to, certainly not the one she'd just left. But why didn't she want to go back there? And where did she want to go? She felt lost.”

“The Morganville in her wanted to tell people to go home and be safe, but she knew that was verging on crazy. The world these laughing people lived in was a very different place. She was in a very different place.”

“I want to go home," she whispered to me. "Forget that last speech, I want to go home.”

“In that moment, she had felt like there wasn't a place in the world he wouldn't go with her, and she couldn't think of a single place she wanted to go without him.”

“There's a place I travel when I want to roam, and nobody knows it but me./The roads don't go there and the signs stay home, and nobody knows it but me./ It's far, far away and way, way afar, it's over the moon and the sea/and wherever you're going that's wherever you are./And nobody knows it but me.”