Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.
I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble.
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.
The great nations have always acted like gangsters, and the small nations like prostitutes.