My wife and I had decided not to let anybody take pictures of our home because it was just the last place on earth we had that was unscathed. But people have climbed over the fence they've taken aerial shots. They've gotten my address and put it on the Internet.

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

I usually write away from home in coffee shops on trains on planes in friends' houses. I like places where there's stuff going on that you can lift your eyes see something interesting overhear a conversation.

Music was my joy my home the one place I felt happy and secure.

From secrecy and deception in high places come home America. From military spending so wasteful that it weakens our nation come home America.

Atlanta's my musical home. It really was the place where I really came alive.

After my tour I had time to stay at home be with my boyfriend and hang out with friends and that brought me down to earth and helped me write music from a more relaxed place.

The only place I've felt was really my home is my cabin up north. There's something in the water there that connects me to that place. There's also this sense of isolation and loneliness about it that I've never been able to shake.

And that's actually the brunt of what we do is people going straight from their workplace straight from home straight into the classroom and working directly with the students. So then we're able to work with thousands and thousands more students.

I have become a queer mixture of the East and the West out of place everywhere at home nowhere.