I quite clearly remember driving home at 9 a.m., after shooting all day, in a bathrobe, with bodypaint all over my face, and going through McDonald's drive-thru. I ordered a coffee to make sure I didn't crash on the way home. And the girl working the...
I like my house to be unique to me. Sure, I've bought plenty of things out of a catalog, but the way I put them together in my home is special. You might have bought your sofa at a major home decorating store, but the rug you found at the flea market...
Otis, on the other hand, didn't miss home a bit. He had always hated the stairs in our house in Massachusetts. He was now five years old and very large for a golden retriever. I thought he was fat, but Bruce insisted he was just "big-boned". Either w...
Writing is the only way to run away from home, without ever leaving.
Most jobs today are still structured the same way they were 50 years ago, when most families had someone who could stay at home.
When I'm not working in a professional capacity, I'm writing, and when I'm at home, it's a way of having contact with people or communicating.
I wanted it to be like Amy Grant, but it didn't pan out that way. My label actually went bankrupt, and I was left without a home.
Another important aspect of our home was respect for ideas.
I lived at home and I cycled every morning to the railway station to travel by train to Johannesburg followed by a walk to the University, carrying sandwiches for my lunch and returning in the evening the same way.
Most of what gets made now, you laugh your way through, go home and forget you've seen it.
Not only do you have to put yourself in harms way in service of your country, you have to leave your families at home. It is a great sacrifice.
Prayer is the most concrete way to make our home in God.
Engineers are behind the cars we drive, the pills we pop and the way we power our homes.
The highest form of morality is not to feel at home in ones own home." Most great works of the imagination were meant to make you feel like a stranger in your own home. The best fiction always forced us to question what we took for granted. It questi...
Steven Connolly: What're you having for tea, Miss? Sheba Hart: I don't know, I'll probably buy something on the way home. Steven Connolly: Are you a good cook? Sheba Hart: Not really. Steven Connolly: You suck? Sheba Hart: [turns around and notices S...
His thought processes imploded when she grabbed his ass, her nails digging in a way that set his body on fire. He loved the way her breath was hot on his cheek, the way her eyes had gone unfocused and fluttered closed, her lashes resting softly on he...
It knows you.Every soul is connected to it in the same way-nobody is closer farther.Doesn't matter what your beliefs were in that life or any of them.Only the soul can create distance between itself and what you call God...and almost every one of us ...
You scour these Chinatowns of the mind, translating them like sutras Xuan Zhang fetched from India, testing ways return might be possible against these homesick inventions, trace the traveller's alien steps across borders, and in between discover how...
Anxiously you ask, 'Is there a way to safety? Can someone guide me? Is there an escape from threatened destruction?' The answer is a resounding yes! I counsel you: Look to the lighthouse of the Lord. There is no fog so dense, no night so dark, no gal...
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Yo...
It's about women. It's about power and it's about women and you just hate those two words in the same sentence, don't you?