Like so many things Henry had wanted in life -- like his father, his marriage, his life -- it had arrived a little damaged. Imperfect. But he didn't care, this was all he'd wanted. Something to hope for, and he'd found it. It didn't matter what condition it was in.
The library is like a candy store where everything is free.
I try not to live in the past...but...sometimes the past lives in me
All good things come to an end. All bad things go on forever.
Hope can get you through anything.
I think I get it now. It doesn't matter how nice home is--it just matters that it feels like home.