Everywhere you hang your hat is home. Home is the bright cave under the hat.

I remember when I came home from the hospital after having my son I wore a Narciso Rodriguez black coat. Then I was using this fragrance that I had created. I walk by that coat and it still smells like that fragrance. It takes you right there.

How we are using up our home how we are living and polluting the planet is frightening. It was evident when I was a child. It's more evident now.

And it took me since I was 17 and left home running from God to now as a 30-year-old man when I honestly feel like I've come full circle and my heart's finally in the right place.

A good wife is someone who thinks she has done everything right: raising the kids being there for the husband being home trying to do it all.

When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.

I feel like I'm working on an oil rig right now. I'm away from home a lot.

I'm a firm believer that lighting affects mood and twinkly lights on strings bring something magical to occasions ranging from concerts to weddings though I'm fond of using them as year-round home decor. There's a reason why they're sometimes called fairy lights. When the night is right there aren't any strings at all.

What the New Yorker calls home would seem like a couple of closets to most Americans yet he manages not only to live there but also to grow trees and cockroaches right on the premises.

Performers are so vulnerable. They're frightened of humiliation sure their work will be crap. I try to make an environment where it's warm where it's OK to fail - a kind of home I suppose.

I'm from a small town so like everyone's married with children or about to have children. So it's a little hard when you go home and people are like - and that's why people think I'm gay - because they're like 'Why aren't you married?' And I'm like 'it doesn't happen for everyone right off the bat.'

Prescott National Forest is right on the edge of my home in Arizona.

A happy home is one in which each spouse grants the possibility that the other may be right though neither believes it.

More than anything else I want the folks back at home to think right of me.

I'm going home now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it but I'm going home right now.

However painful the process of leaving home for parents and for children the really frightening thing for both would be the prospect of the child never leaving home.

My mother never gave up one me. I messed up in school so much they were sending me home but my mother sent me right back.

I think about being married again having a home and a wife. No one can ever be married too many times and maybe if I keep trying I'll get it right one day.

Things aren't right. If a burglar breaks into your home and you shoot him he can sue you. For what restraint of trade?

I am not quite sure where home is right now. I do have places in London and Milan and a house in Spain. I guess I would say home is where my mother is and she lives in Spain.

Home is any four walls that enclose the right person.

There are only two things we should fight for. One is the defense of our homes and the other is the Bill of Rights.

The issue of civil rights was too much for the establishment to handle. One of the chapters of history that's least studied by historians is the 300 to 500 riots in the U.S. between 1965 and 1970.

Time and time again history has proved that the conservatives are right and the liberals are wrong.