Mid - afternoon, I'll go out and do the household errands, come home, do my gardening, go for an evening walk.

My favorite holiday memory was sitting at home all day in my pajamas during winter break for school watching a bunch of old Christmas movies like 'Jack Frost' and 'Rudolph the Red - Nosed Reindeer'...

But years and miles away from home could never attenuate the city's hold on my identity, and the more I explored places and people far from Hampton, the more my status as one of its daughters came to...

Home is where the heart is.

Home is where you go to find solace from the ever changing chaos, to find love within the confines of a heartless world, and to be reminded that no matter how far you wander, there will always be...

It may be that there is no place for any of us. Except we know there is somewhere; and if we found it, but lived there only a moment, we could count ourselves blessed.

Zazen is better than a home. Zazen is a home that you can't ever lose.

Home was a curious thing, like happiness. You never knew you had had it until it was gone.

Early one beautiful summer evening, when everyone else was drinking indoors, Tony and I walked down to the river. We lay on the grass under a tree and chatted. At one point, Tony said, Look at the...

{about organizing books in his home library, and putting a book in the "Arts and Lit non-fiction section}I personally find that for domestic purposes, the Trivial Pursuit system works better than...

Your house, being the place in which you read, can tell us the position books occupy in your life, if they are a defense you set up to keep the outside world at a distance, if they are a dream into...

If there is such a thing as complete happiness, it is knowing that you are in the right place.

It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.

Sure, Nico had mixed emotions about the camp. He'd felt rejected there, out of place, unwanted and unloved … but now that it was on the verge of destruction, he realized how much it meant to him....

Looking at the elementary schoolers in their colorful T-shirts from various day camps, Percy felt a twinge of sadness. He should be at Camp Half-Blood right now, settling into his cabin for the...

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.

Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.

That's what so many people didn't understand about life. The real world is the one within the walls of homes; the outside world, of careers and politics and money and fame, that was the fake world,...

At Bramasole, the first secret spot that draws me outside is a stump and board bench on a high terrace overlooking the lake and valley. Before I sit down, I must bang the board against a tree to knock...

A traditional house smelled of wood smoke, the earth, and of thatch; all good smells, the smell of life itself.