Heaven is a home without the machines or gods. Hell is a home without love.
Four walls don’t make a home. Neither does having a roof over your mouth.
Coach makes the gym so hot at home, makes us sweat. So we decided to [make him sweat].
He’s happy to be home. It’s not the time to explain anything. The whole thing is very abnormal.
You can only run away from a house. Home is something you run toward.
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.