I have a few unusual fans, as you can imagine, so I try to protect the privacy of my home life.
Living in London has become incredible. I suppose it's easy to love where you live if you love what you're doing. But this is not just a visit: it's my home.
I think it is just a function of the fact that I moved around so much as a child that I learnt early on to make every place my home.
When it came time to find employment, I set my sights on becoming an engineer at a home electronics manufacturer, a field that was closely related to my major at university.
The chariot was purchased by a private collector who took it home to New York. I take pleasure in knowing that it was built to last for at least a thousand years.
I'm kind of a homebody. My husband says I like to just stay home and do nothing, but that's just how I am.
There are times when I'm driving home after a day's shooting, thinking to myself, That scene would've been so much better if I had written it out.
My favorite museums are things like the Frick Museum in New York and the Huntington Hartford in Pasadena where it's someone's home that you walk through.
What I have always liked about Brighton is its impersonality. Since the 18th century, people have come, used the place and gone home again.
No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.
Because of my parents' love of democracy, we came to America after being driven twice from our home in Czechoslovakia - first by Hitler and then by Stalin.
For many young women, the dream of independence and a home of their own is a tantalising goal, while a lifetime devoted solely to catering for another person's needs would be hard to countenance.
My father is my idol, so I always did everything like him. He used to work two jobs and still come home happy every night.
The most inspiring objects are books. I have about 5,000 volumes in my home library. It's an unending source of visuals and ideas.
I'm very comfortable being at home and keeping my head down, really. It's nice being invited to night clubs and stuff, which is nice once in a while, but I prefer to kind of keep to myself.
How we are using up our home, how we are living and polluting the planet is frightening. It was evident when I was a child. It's more evident now.
I've had people following me home or standing outside my house. It's strange. I just don't think people were meant to be worshipped or idolised.
Working in an office with an array of electronic devices is like trying to get something done at home with half a dozen small children around. The calls for attention are constant.
I never felt at home in London, because people were constantly telling me I didn't belong here, so after a while, you tend to believe that.
A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.
Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?
