Al Stephenson: You know, I had a dream. I dreamt I was home. I've had that same dream hundreds of times before. This time, I wanted to find out if it's really true. Am I really home?
Home is where my family is.
A man's home is his wife's castle.
I have an abacus at home.
But Vegas is really my first home.
An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.
I was never meant to sit at home.
Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.
We both have no home to go back to... so we can go anywhere at all.
Family makes a house a home.
Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.
My foundation is based on helping children, and I hand-pick projects that are close to my heart and home.
I moved out of home when I was 15.
Paris is beautiful, but nothing beats home.
It's natural that I want to recreate a home.
Home is where one starts from.
New York is my home.
Are we running away from home?” I asked, giving voice to the question that had been on my mind for two days, ever since the lady at the Wok On restaurant asked where we were from and my mother lied. My mother had laughed. I couldn’t see her face,...
Did you see Grace is back with us?" Megan did see me. She saw me jump off a cliff and crawl under an Iranian fence. Megan has seen plenty. And I can't help but hold my breath, waiting on her answer. "Hi," Megan says, turning to me. "Welcome home." Ho...
Mother seemed happiest when making and tending home, the sewing machine whistling and the Mixmaster whirling. Her deepest impulse was to nurture, to simply dwell; it had nothing to do with ambition and achievement in the world...How had I come to bel...
Golde: Oh, you're finally here. Come, let's go home now. Tevye: I want to see Motel's new machine. Golde: You can see it some other time. Let's go home now. Tevye: Quiet, woman, before I get angry! Because when I get angry, even flies don't dare to f...