The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.

The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.

Where thou art, that is home.

Where thou art, that is home.

Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes read more

Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certain set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day senses -- those are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.

There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.

There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.

There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.

My whinstone house my castle is,
I have my own four walls.

My whinstone house my castle is,
I have my own four walls.

A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.

A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.

Home is the place where it feels right to walk around without shoes

Home is the place where it feels right to walk around without shoes