Life is Elsewhere

"Xavier replied that a home is not a linen closet or a bird in a cage, but the presence of the person we love. And then he told her that he himself had no home, or rather, to put it another way, that his home was in his pace, in his walk, in his journeys.  That home was wherever new horizons opened.  That he could only live by going from one dream to another, from one landscape to another, and that if he stayed too long in the same setting, he would die..."