I don't think we should be a model family living in a model home.
My home has always been show business.
I think even when homeowners love their room, it's still a shock, because you left your house, went to sleep, came home and your room was dramatically and drastically different.
These rooms are decorated in two days. It's all kept secret. The neighbors spend the night in each other's home. They don't see their finished room until the end of the second day. They have no say what happens in their own home.
I don't believe in organized religion - I dealt with them hand in hand, and a whole bunch of Catholic priests tried to molest me. Telling me I was gay and I should go home with them and stuff.
Whenever I design any variant, or when anybody sends me one, I always say if at all possible within the context of the game don't have two home supply centers touching each other.
This will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.
This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.
Basically, I believe the world is a jungle, and if it's not a bit of a jungle in the home, a child cannot possibly be fit to enter the outside world.
That odd idea that one person can go to a foreign part and in this rather odd voice describe it to the folks back home doesn't make much sense in the post-colonial world.
It began to dawn on me that perhaps my country needed me more at home than overseas.
There are times when I'm driving home after a day's shooting, thinking to myself, That scene would've been so much better if I had written it out.
Especially moments when things are very difficult and complicated for me and I am still trying to grasp what is happening and I am still trying to understand and to reach family back home.
I've kept my sanity in this business by trying out for a role and then going home and trying to forget about it.
A girl phoned me the other day and said... 'Come on over, there's nobody home.' I went over. Nobody was home.