Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.
It's fun when you are on tour to go a place you are familiar with in any given city. It's like being home away from home.
I'm not someone who's led my life trying to get publicity; I'd rather do my work and go home.
It was a show that you played at home and you're saying to the contestant do this and do that. When you at home are involved in yelling at the screen, then you know you've got an audience.
I really enjoy what little time I have at home. The golf course and practice facilities are perfect and so close to home!
We closed the restaurant in New Orleans and brought the entire staff to San Francisco. But we had to go home.
I am not going to die, I'm going home like a shooting star.
When I was coming home from school as a youngster, and I saw my dad's car in the driveway, I would go to a friend's house. I connected my dad being there with fear.
I have great childhood memories cow-tipping, going off and getting lost in the bog for hours, and coming home covered in dirt.
I only scream and scratch when something's only 'really good' or 'good', I want to be great, or let's go home.
I went off to a school with the children of CEOs and diplomats. To be able to be at home with that group of people and at home with the desperately poor has been good for me in preparation for my coming to Washington.
I liked St. Louis, when they were in the American League, because that was going home. I had all my family and friends there.
Greatness comes from fear. Fear can either shut us down and we go home, or we fight through it.
Home is not a place. Home is security, predictability, reliability, dependability, safety, permanence combined together.
A healthy Christian seldom frequents the home of the broken, so the broken seldom frequent the home of the healing Christ.
And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.
Billy Batts: Go home and get your fucking shine box.
Agatha: [to stranger in mall] He knows, don't go home.
Against all odds, the Academy had come to feel like home. A slimy, moldy, dungeonlike home without working toilets, maybe, but home nevertheless. He and George had even named the rats that lived behind their walls. Every night, they left Jon Cartwrig...
He sat down on a grassy bank and looked at the city that surrounded him, and thought, one day he would have to go home. And one day he would have to make a home to go back to. He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a whil...
Then I probably fainted. The woman at the registration desk managed to put on a sympathetic expression afterward, as if she wanted to ask, "What are you going to do now?" I told her not to worry, I was really leaving, I was going home. But go home wh...
