Phillip Morell

“Home. One place is just like another, really. Maybe not. But truth is it's all just rock and dirt and people are roughly the same. I was born up there but I'm no stranger here. Have always felt at home everywhere, even in Virginia, where they hate me. Everywhere you go there's nothing but the same rock and dirt and houses and people and deer and birds. They give it all names, but I'm at home everywhere. Odd thing: unpatriotic. I was at home in England. I would be at home in the desert. In Afghanistan or far Typee. All mine, it all belongs to me. My world.”
― Michael Shaara, The Killer Angels

“It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.

It made me tired just to think of it.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“A general air of surprise and genuine satisfaction fell upon everyone as they saw the pianist enter.”
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening

“Their conversation had gone like this: 'Something something, something something, something something something…the White Dog of Afghanistan…something something something, something, something, something else, something entirely unintelligible.”
― Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale