“And I am going to have another opportunity. I am going to have a week-end with him at his home in Easton, a week-end with Wells at home, with just his family. That alone is worth the entire trip from Los Angeles to Europe.”

“At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.”

“Well, if you weren't flirting with him"-his voice had now grown a little plaintive-"who was he, and what did you want with him anyway?""If you are so determined to bore me, I may just have to go home." Astrid sighed carelessly, "What a shame, when I am wearing such a pretty dress.”

“Saturday 18th July 19:02TO: adam.rickard@gov.co.ukGreat. Will see you tomorrow. I am just going home for a bit of anal.Saturday 18th July 19:04TO: adam.rickard@gov.co.ukThat was the auto correct! Not me! My email was meant to read ‘I am just going home for a bit of a nap!’I am tired, I am not, and I never have…Anyway. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.Coco.”

“I'm always nervous about going home, just as I am nervous about rereading books that have meant a lot to me.”

“And what do all the great words come to in the end, but that? I love you- I am at rest with you- I have come home.”