“That still feels like the most accurate description - I felt homesick, but I was home.”

“My stepfather, John O'Hara, was the goodest man there was. He was not a man of many words, but of carefully chosen ones. He was the one parent who didn't try to fix me. One night I sat on his lap in his chair by the woodstove, sobbing. He just held me quietly and then asked only, "What does it feel like?" It was the first time I was prompted to articulate it. I thought about it, then said, "I feel homesick." That still feels like the most accurate description - I felt homesick, but I was home.”

“Perhaps the home I am homesick for is still there, after all.”

“A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust?”

“I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.”

“I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?”