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Janet Fitch

"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."

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"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."

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"My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world."

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"Things aren't right. If a burglar breaks into your home and you shoot him, he can sue you. For what, restraint of trade?"

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"Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?"

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"Your body and spirit, subconscious and conscious-every portion of you recognizes home. That is why on the moment of arrival, your entire being relaxes into a contented puddle of joy."

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"A home without books is a body without soul."

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"One is not to win the world, he has to win the home (family)."

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"Sometimes home is where the heart is, Eddie thought randomly. I believe that. Old Bobby Frost said home's the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. Unfortunately, it's also the place where, once you're in there, they don't ever want to let you out."

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"The best way of keeping a secret is to pretend there isn't one."

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"Sometimes when I get home at night in Washington I feel as though I had been in a great traffic jam."

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"She had forgotten about this, the narcotic of the crowd. This is why you came to hear music. To stop being yourself, to let that thing that you supposedly were go, and just be part of a mob, synchronized by the heavy beat, mesmerized by a singer with big smeary red lips, her spooky chant."
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