... home isn't always the place where you were born and bred. Home is the place where your everyday clothes are, and where somebody or something needs you.
My home is such a powerfully imaginative place that the space is almost irrelevant. I think the house I live at on the Hudson is where I belong because it's the only place where I am that I never think about when I'm leaving.
There is no house like the house of belonging.
I have an apartment back home in London. England will be home for me. It always has been and always will be. It's where my friends are.
Home's where you go when you run out of homes.
I never had a sense of home.
I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.
School was my sanctuary.
New York has given me a lot, but I still don't consider it home.
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one.
He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.
Once I am in the square circle, I am in my home.
I think there's definitely a potential there for a congregation to survive without the Crystal Cathedral. The congregation is the people. It's not the building.
My family is my sanctuary.
