“Oh, Van. Don’t you know? Home is where your mind goes when the night is black and your heart is hurting. Home is where you go when things are happening that you can’t control but wish you could. Home is where the person you love is waiting for you.”

“Your home is where your family is... Where someone waits for you and thinks about you.”

“Home's where you go when you run out of homes.”

“Home is the place you return to when you have finally lost your soul. Home is the place where life is born, not the place of your birth, but the place where you seek rebirth. When you no longer have to remember which tale of your own past is true and which is an invention, when you know that you are an invention, then is the time to seek out your home. Perhaps only when you have come to understand that can you finally reach home.”

“If home is where the heart is at, my home is where you are”

“The truth is that you can divide your heart in all sorts of interesting ways - a little here, a little there, most banked at home, some of it coined out for a flutter. But love cleaves through the mind's mathematics. Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be. How will you heal your heart when love has split it in two?”