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.

Children that are raised in a home with a married mother and father consistently do better in every measure of well-being than their peers who come from divorced or step-parent single-parent cohabiting homes.

I never married because there was no need. I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog which growls every morning a parrot which swears all afternoon and a cat that comes home late at night.

The way to work with a bully is to take the ball and go home. First time every time. When there's no ball there's no game. Bullies hate that. So they'll either behave so they can play with you or they'll go bully someone else.

When everyone goes home you're stuck with yourself.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.

There are a number of things wrong with Washington. One of them is that everyone is too far from home.

To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition the end to which every enterprise and labor tends and of which every desire prompts the prosecution.

For those who have come here illegally they might have a transition time to allow them to set their affairs in order. And then go back home and get in line with everybody else. And if they get in line and they apply to become a citizen and get a green card they will be treated like everybody else.

You come home and you party. But after that you get a hangover. Everything about that is negative.