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.