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.'

I am a perfectionist but I know how to live life. When I'm working it's 100%. When I'm with my friends I put everything away and enjoy life. When I come home to my kids it's pure joy and everything's worth it. Every time I really focus 100 percent on one thing. I've learned how to juggle my life and I feel like now I have the perfect balance.

Those who were cowards never started and those who were weak were lost on the way but the brave find a home in every land.

It's not a bad thing for a writer not to feel at home. Writers - we're much more comfortable at parties standing in the corner watching everybody else having a good time than we are mingling.

I maintain the rather old-fashioned view that this is my work and it's in the public arena but that doesn't entitle everyone to know what happened at home before coming here.

I noted that people are happy here in India. When I went back home people had everything in the materialistic sense and were surrounded with abundance but they were not happy.

Like your home's closets your financial clutter needs an overhaul every now and again and the payoff will go far beyond the psychic satisfaction of neatening up.

I stand before you as the governor of Texas but also stand before you the son of two tenant farmers. Ray Perry who came home after 35 bombing missions over Europe to work his little corner of land out there and Amelia who made sure that my sister Milla and I had everything that we needed included hand sewing my clothes until I went off to college.

Philosophy is properly home-sickness the wish to be everywhere at home.

Most people if you live in a big city you see some form of schizophrenia every day and it's always in the form of someone homeless. 'Look at that guy - he's crazy. He looks dangerous.' Well he's on the streets because of mental illness. He probably had a job and a home.

If anything a lot of electronic music is music that no one listens to at home hardly. It's really only to be heard when everyone's out enjoying it.

I have no idea how to get in touch with anyone anymore. Everyone it seems has a home phone a cell phone a regular e-mail account a Facebook account a Twitter account and a Web site. Some of them also have a Google Voice number. There are the sentimental few who still have fax machines.

I live by 'Go big or go home.' That's with everything. It's like either commit and go for it or don't do it at all. I apply that to everything. I apply that to relationships I apply that to like sports I apply that to everything. That's what I live by. That's how I like it.

For example I was a White House intern the summer before I dropped out of law school. Everybody knew about it. I'd come home and go to church and everybody would say 'Oh my God. Demetri you're working at the White House.'

Marrying a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a shop window. You may love it when you get it home but it doesn't always go with everything else in the house.

At every party there are two kinds of people - those who want to go home and those who don't. The trouble is they are usually married to each other.

To be honest when I'm home every day is a Friday for me. It doesn't really matter what day it is for me. A lot of my friends actually have time off during the week and so it doesn't prohibit me from enjoying myself when I am home on a Monday or a Tuesday.

It's not like I'm this glamour diva who hands everything over and I just sit on my throne at home.

Here's how I think of my money - as soldiers - I send them out to war everyday. I want them to take prisoners and come home so there's more of them.

There's a continuity between what I care about in any form: I care about it in my music in article-writing in how I dress in how I live in my relationships in how I navigate paparazzi how I decorate my home. There's such a continuity between everything that I don't really care what form it shows up in.

When I come home my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug and everything that's happened that day just melts away.

I came home every Friday afternoon riding the six miles on the back of a big mule. I spent Saturday and Sunday washing and ironing and cooking for the children and went back to my country school on Sunday afternoon.

I take my children everywhere but they always find their way back home.

Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.