I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can...well, nest.
The Theatre of Tennessee Williams: Sweet bird of youth. Period of adjustment. The night of the Iguana (ed. 1959)