“Home is a damaged word, bruisable as fruit, in the cruel glossaries of the language I choose to describe the long, fearful march of my childhood. Home was a word that caught in my throat, stung like a paper cut, drew blood in its passover of my life, and hurt me in all the soft places. My longing for home was as powerful as fire in my bloodstream.” HomeLongingLonging For HomeLonging To Belong Book:The Pat Conroy Cookbook: Recipes of My Life Source: The Pat Conroy Cookbook: Recipes of My Life