Home isn't a place. Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

Home is the people who love you.

Home isn't a place. It's not having a bed to come home to, or a yard, or a Christmas tree at the holidays. Home is the people who love you.

You want power-either because you've already had a taste of it and want more, or because you've been made to feel powerless for too long.

Sometimes, the most dangerous people were the ones you trusted most.

Believe me," he said simply.

Nothing hurts you unless you let it.

Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

You do what you can," he said, after seconds of silence had stretched to a minute, "to make sure your kids are safe. From the second they're born..." He stared at the lines of Nightshade's face, the ordinariness of it. "You want to protect them. From every skinned knee, from hurt feelings and punk kids who push smaller ones into the dirt, form the worst parts of yourself and the worst parts of this world.

Dance it off.