Adam Rapp Quotes

There's no place like home. And I do miss my home.

No matter how nice a hotel is, it's not home.

I wanted to get that sense of peace and even boredom that comes with long familiarity.

Home is where your teapots are.

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

I'm like an old dog, I hate to be run off from home.

If I could go anywhere in the world, that place would be home.

Because of Iowa, I like being in a different state that doesn't even have grass and think that I smell fresh-cut grass. It brings me home.

There is nothing like home anywhere. There's no place like home, even in space.

Every day, I wish there was a moment when I could go back to my house and my land.

Honestly, I stay in a lot of hotels, and it makes me miss my bed.

I miss my friends in London, and I really miss New York. But I also miss the stability of staying in one place and being able to just open a drawer if you've run out of sticky tape and chuck a new roll in the holder.

To be honest, there is no place like home.

I always miss any kind of constant, especially now that I'm a film-maker who travels all the time. I'm always tempted to go to Catholic churches, although I despise the religion. But you want to go there just because it's the one thing in your life that's never changed.

There's something about home that you just can't find anywhere else in the world.

Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead. I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face. It was almost like he was there.

Smell remembers and tells the future. ... Smell is home or loneliness. Confidence or betrayal. Smell remembers.

I knew I was in England by the smell.

My house, my house, though thou art small, Thou art to me the Escurial.

Mexico is only a memory of childhood safety.

I miss my mother very much, and I feel closest to her when I have dinner in the oven and the children are nearby playing and I'm reading a book or doing some little project.

London is my home... I know what's right and wrong here, and it's nice to have somewhere familiar to go back to.

Although I don't know Oslo at all, there is something about the feel or the smell of the place that feels like home, which is quite interesting.

Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.