“A part of my depression lies, I think, in my unanswered question: Where is home? I feel a sense, always, of trying to find my way back to a place that doesn't exist.”

“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.”

“I don't like coming home. It keeps me from being nostalgic, which by nature I am. Even before the plane begins its descent, I find myself dreading the questions left unanswered by my childhood. ”

“Sonething's getting in the way!Something's just about to break!I will try to find my place, In the Diary of Jane.As I burn another page,As I look the other way,I still try to find my place,In the Diary of Jane...”

“I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death.”

“Finding your way doesn't mean you always know where you're going. It's knowing how to find your way back home that's important.”