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.
The mother-in-law came round last week. It was absolutely pouring down. So I opened the door and I saw her there and I said, 'Mother, don't just stand there in the rain. Go home.'
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.
I enjoy being in Toronto - there's lots of energy, lots of neat different neighbourhoods - but Vancouver is still home and always will be. I miss going for walks on the ocean with beautiful mountains.
I've always looked for the perfect life to step into. I've taken all the paths to get where I wanted. But no matter where I go, I still come home.
What I have always liked about Brighton is its impersonality. Since the 18th century, people have come, used the place and gone home again.
Well, probably having to be away from home. When I come back I kind of feel like there's a routine going on that I'm not a part of, so that can be difficult.
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.
Every audition, I walk out the door and throw the sides away immediately. You did it, now go home. And to me, that's kind of a baptism. If they call you, they call you. And if they don't, it's fine.
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.
If someone says to you, 'Go to an old-folks' home,' that's kind of ridiculous, because a lot of old people are doing terrific things for society.
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.
When I'm doing music and I'm on the road, I love it. But once I'm home, it's very difficult to go back out on the road.
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.
