Daily Inspiration Quote by Lance Morrow

Home, for Lance Morrow, isn’t a ZIP code; it’s a portable illusion you agree to keep alive. “Everywhere you hang your hat is home” starts with a folksy, American pragmatism - the roaming life made respectable by a simple ritual. A hat on a peg is a flag on new territory. It’s the journalist’s credo, too: the professional outsider who must belong quickly, convincingly, and without unpacking too much of himself.

Then Morrow swerves into the image that makes the line stick: “Home is the bright cave under the hat.” That’s not comfort as architecture; it’s comfort as psychology. A “cave” implies retreat, privacy, even fear - the animal instinct to duck out of the world. Calling it “bright” complicates the hiding place into something chosen rather than shameful. The hat becomes a small roof, a personal skyline, a self you can carry into airports, hotel lobbies, newsrooms, war zones. It’s intimacy shrunk to wearable scale.

The subtext is about identity as shelter: home is less where you are than how you manage exposure. In late-20th-century American life - mobile careers, weakened local ties, the rise of the work persona - the idea of “home” shifts from inherited place to curated stance. Morrow’s metaphor flatters that adaptability while quietly admitting its cost. If home fits under a hat, it’s also fragile: take it off, and you’re back in the weather.