“Home is where the books are”
“My home is where my books are.”
“Home is a room dappled with firelight: there are pictures and books. And when the rain sighs, and the acorns fall, there are patterns of leaves against the drawn curtains. Home is where I was safe. Home is what I fled from.”
“I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.”
“Home is where the heart is and probably, heart is where the home is.”
“If home is where the heart is at, my home is where you are”