Home is where the heart is. There's no place like it. I love my home with a ferocity totally out of proportion to its appearance or location. I love dumb things about it: hot-water heater, the plastic rack you drain dishes in, the roof over my head, which occasionally leaks. And yet it is precisely those dumb things that make it what it is — a place of certainty, Stability, predictability, privacy, for me and for my family. It is where I live. What more can you say about a place than that? That is everything.

—Anna Quindlen:

Living Out Loud