The Road Home Quotes.

21. "There’s not much point to being alive if you don’t do what you can to make life better for someone else, is there?"
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

22. "I loved Jerry, and I wanted to have his baby. She laughed. This was before women started looking at their vaginas in hand mirrors and Gloria Steinem told us we could be more than just mothers."
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

23. "People who look down on us poor country folk usually won’t admit that anything worthwhile can come out of here."
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

24. "If they had a pill that would fix every dysfunctional family in the world, don’t you think they’d be selling it? I don’t think the world is ready for that kind of happiness."
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

25. "I thought you said you were okay with turning forty."
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

26. "I think I’m in love, he said after swallowing. I could marry that pie. According to the anti-gay crowd, that’ll be next, said Nan. Pies and sheep."
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

27. "If your mother likes your drawing of a duck and hangs it on the refrigerator, that doesn’t mean it’s good. Snob, Sam said."
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

28. "I love that word. Gaydar. So clever. I’m afraid mine is broken, Burke said. It never occurred to me that you were gay. It’s because I’m teeming with masculinity, Gaither joked."
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

29. "Like many men his age, he occupied a kind of limbo, not young enough to be the new face in the bars that everyone wanted and not old enough to be – and didn’t want to be – the funny old queen whose jokes everyone laughed at. Instead, he was just middle aged and alone."
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

30. "Sometimes seeing the changes in one another had the opposite effect and actually comforted them. Seeing that they weren’t alone in growing older, they stopped caring, or at least caring so much. But often this seemed to be accompanied by a kind of neutering, a gradual disappearance of anything remotely resembling sexuality, until finally the men in question were more like kindly old aunties than men who liked to fuck other men."
- Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home