“This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary home”

“I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin',
I'm on my way, I'm takin' my time, but I don't know where.”

“the earth is not my home, I'm just passing by”

“I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.”

“My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.”

“I'm going to take you out of here… I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.”

“If travel is searching
And home what's been found
I'm not stopping

I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But I don't know when”

“Personally I like going places where I don't speak the language, don't know anybody, don't know my way around and don't have any delusions that I'm in control. Disoriented, even frightened, I feel alive, awake in ways I never am at home.”

“I look to the future because that's where I'm going to spend the rest of my life.”

“My life is square and bourgeois. I like calm and continuity. I think as a person I'm very controlling, and I'm afraid of big risks. I'm not a skier or a mountain climber or a motorcyclist. And I'm not a safari girl - I never want to go on a safari. My safaris are all on the studio floor. That's where I take my danger.”