“Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.”

“I know,” he said, very softly. “Let’s go home. Let’s go home, and you can tell me whatever you want, and I’ll believe you.”

“When you're alone, it's easier," she said a little wistfully. "You can do what you want. You don't have to go home.”

“I missed a fight tonight,” he said. “Adam called. I didn’t go. ”“Why?” I said, turning to face him.“I wanted to make sure you got home.”

“The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same.”

“Are you ever going home?""What, bored with my company already?""Let me ask you something," Simon said. "do you find me fascinating to be around?""What was that?" Jace said. "Sorry, i think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.”