True, beneath the human façade, I was an interloper, an alien whose ship had crashed beyond hope of repair in the backwoods of Southern Appalachia—but at least I’d learned to walk and talk enough like...

I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was.

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

It would be terrific to have them back. It’s nice to have hometown things you’re proud of.

Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

Not many people have the opportunity to come back into their hometown. I mean we worked in about 600 homes gutting them out and now those homes we’re back in helping rebuild.

We wanted to give it a hometown theme where local people tell their story through our paintings.

Live life so well that, even if you die, the empty seats behind you will tell the story that, ‘Yea, this soul did what God sent him/her to do’. Give life and hope into your...

You are what you think. Before you succeed physically, it had been done mentally. The hometown of both victory and defeat is the mind of a person.

There’s someone who’s going to be very motivated to do well against his hometown team.

Sometimes you film in your hometown, sometimes you go halfway across the world.

Nothing’ is the hometown of everything.