Lee Child Quotes

I actually didn't think there was that many people out there who knew what it's like to not really have a home or have that home in one place.

When I was 5, 6 - so you know, memories aren't that great - I remember coming home and I remember seeing all of our belongings on the street and a Salvation Army truck picking them up. We got taken to a shelter. And then we moved around a lot, finding places to stay.

I lived in several hotels, yeah. You have to try to make it home.

For many years, I didn't have a home.

It always made me sad that there were kids who didn't have homes.

I got nothing. I got my shoes and my pants. I'm staying with a friend. I stop by my mother's every once in a while to get my calls. I don't want to be anywhere anybody can find me.

When I was 5, some financial things happened, and I moved seven times in a year. We moved from apartment to apartment, sometimes living with friends. My mom would always say, 'Don't get comfortable, because we may not be here long.'

I don't have a place that I call home at the moment because there's no point. I mean, I'm a traveling circus for a while. It's weird. Like, if I wanted to go home, there's nowhere to go. I just go to a hotel. But I've kind of gotten used to it.

I grew up in constant fear of eviction.

Living with the notion that you might never have a permanent spot in the world is really quite a powerful metaphor.

I didn't have just one place where I could say, 'That's my home.'

Growing up, I never had a steady home.

Hungry not only for bread - but hungry for love. Naked not only for clothing - but naked of human dignity and respect. Homeless not only for want of a home of bricks - but homeless because of rejection.

There are more than 300,000 families in the Gulf region that lost their homes and are waiting for peace of mind. The hurricane exposed the sad reality of poverty in America. We saw, in all its horrific detail, the vulnerabilities of living in inadequate housing and the heartbreak of losing one's home.

I've been homeless on a few occasions.

When I was growing up, I never felt that I belonged anywhere because we never lived in a house for more than three months. That's all I knew, and that's why I don't really belong anywhere.

I was 21 and homeless - such a broken, lost woman.

He went, ever on the move, with the slow, shuffling step of wandering beggars who are nowhere at home.

Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.

I moved around 13 different times before I was in fifth grade, not having money, not having a lot of friends.

Every day, it's a different country, different time zone. If you asked me where home was, I've never felt like I've had that. My idea of comfort is to leave a place. Two weeks is sort of my max.

I don't really live anywhere.

Eviction is a cause, not just a condition of poverty.

Eviction is fundamentally changing the face of poverty.

I basically live out of my truck - I mean from place to place. I feel more at home in my truck than just about anywhere, which is a sad thing to say, but it's true.