I don't have a home. I'm on the road, more or less.
Smell is stimulating. It stirs things up and makes us nostalgic - a wonderful word which literally means 'ache for home' - which serves to inspire new circuits in the brain.
Instapaper needs a new home where it can be staffed and grown.
Wages, investments, and home values are the three legs of the economic stool for most Americans.
No matter what I do, I always come home to my blog.
It's an odd state to be in, blowing the whistle on your home country.
When you're never home and traveling, you don't play videogames.
There is no such thing as a weekend for me when I'm at home on my ranch in Oregon.
As soon as I get home, all I want to eat is seafood.
The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
I take my children everywhere, but they always find their way back home.
My only concern was to get home after a hard day's work.
So I was surprised at the notion that I might have brought anthrax to my home, and would have been even amused if it was not for the fact that this matter is so grave and serious.
When I'm home, I like a cozy, comfortable, calming space.
I never would have given up my work to stay home.
I know Jeff Bezos because I cater at his home.
One of our deepest needs is to be at home.
I grew up in a very normal home.
I'd like to go out with friends, but I train twice a day, then I go to school, and at night I go home.
I love doing theater. That's where my home is.
I left home at 17 and I've been on the road ever since.
