“And I understood finally that a nation is a house with no windows or doors at all. That no matter what I did-no matter how much blood I spilled in its defense or ink I spent in its praise-it would never, ever be my home.” HomeNation Book:The Everlasting Source: The Everlasting
“The air smells green and secret, surprising Beatrice with a rare pang of homesickness for Crow County; she supposes a person doesn't have to love their home in order to miss it.” HomeFamilyHomesick Book:The Once and Future Witches Source: The Once and Future Witches
“What did I have? My father's book and my silver coin-knife, both wrapped tight in a stolen pillowcase. Bad, snoring lightly beside me. Jane. Samuel. My own unwritten words waiting to change the shape of the world. Surely all that outweighed what I didn't have: a mother, a father, a home. Surely it would be enough.” LoveEnoughHomeFamilyWanting Book:The Ten Thousand Doors of January Source: The Ten Thousand Doors of January
“Dusk settled over our shoulders like a damp purple blanket. The river- the churn and clank of boat traffic, the shush of water, and the tangy smell of catfish and mud- was slowly beaten back by honeysuckle and cicadas and some bird that cooed the same three syllables in a lilting circle. It was all so familiar and so foreign. I pictured a young girl in a blue cotton dress running down this same road on cinnamon-stick legs. Then I pictured another girl, white and square-jawed, running before her. Adelaide. Mother. I would've missed it if I hadn't been looking: a narrow dirt drive crowded on either side by briars and untrimmed boughs. Even once I'd followed the track to its end I was uncertain- who would live in such a huddled, bent-back cabin, half-eaten by ivy and some sort of feral climbing rose? The wooden-shake shingles were green with moss; the barn had collapsed entirely.” HomeMotherChildhoodCountrysideKentuckyNatures BeautyCottage Book:The Ten Thousand Doors of January Source: The Ten Thousand Doors of January