“Home, like love, hate, war and peace, is one of those words that is so important that it doesn’t need more than one syllable. Home is part of the fabric of who humans are. Doesn’t matter if you’re a vampire or a wizard or a secretary or a schoolteacher; you have to have a home, even if only in principle. There has to be a zero point from which you can make comparisons to everything else. Home tends to be it. But there’s a deeper meaning to home. Something simpler, more primal. It’s where you eat the best food because other predator’s can’t take it from you very easily there. It’s where you and your mate are the most intimate. It’s where you raise your children, safe against a world that can do horrible things to them. It’s where you sleep, safe. It’s where you relax. It’s where you dream. It’s where your books are. Home is where you embrace the present and plan the future. And more than anything else, it’s where you build that world that you want. I very much wanted to go home. And I didn’t have one.” Jim Butcher