If I'm just at the White House, I have meetings in my office, I sign letters, I plan different things. Late in the afternoon, I'll quit working and wait for my husband to get home.
Whatever else may divide us, Europe is our common home; a common fate has linked us through the centuries, and it continues to link us today.
We are living in very challenging times. Pressured in the workplace and stressed out at home, people are trying to make sense of their lives.
Nobody in college races home and says, 'I can't wait to see the news! I can't wait to see who CBS is going to hire!'
I was not up stairs when he came home; no, sir.
Last winter when I was coming home from church one Thursday evening, I saw somebody run around the house again. I told my father of that.
If I am going to get in a cab to go home, and I see a sign for an open house, I will go in. I like real estate because I am the boss.
I had a job on college campus. I lost that job, but on my way home I heard an inner voice that said go out for the baseball team. I was a walk-on, and I was actually petrified as a walk-on because you're not an athlete.
The thing about homebodies is that they can usually be found at home. I usually am, and I like to feed people.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
In principle if I could not have a home I wouldn't. But not having a home would be too difficult procedurally, going from hotel to hotel, the gap of three hours where you're hungry and tired.
Home - that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven, and helps to carry it thither, as on an angel's wings.
I've always been active - outdoors, on the beach, playing - and so to go home and have to sit on my couch and relax... it's frustrating. Sometimes, you just have to really shut yourself down.
Well, after the divorce, I went home and turned all the lights on!
It began to dawn on me that perhaps my country needed me more at home than overseas.
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.
In England, I met a couple who run a children's home. They were very kind and showed me many nice spots in England.
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.'
When we were courting, I told my wife: 'I could live in your eyes.' She said: 'You'd be at home; there's a stye in one of them.'
Growing up I always used to shop in Oxfam. I'd find things for 50p and then take them home, cut them up and make them into something new.
Home has always been wherever I am. I'm not very attached to walls - or people, for that matter - so I've always loved travelling around. A book in my back pocket, a diary, and a pen is all I need to call any place home.
