Raymond Burr Quotes

I once joked in a book that there are three things you can't do in life. You can't beat the phone company, you can't make a waiter see you until he is ready to see you, and you can't go home again. Since the spring of 1995, I have been quietly, even gamely, reassessing point number three.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same.

You can go home again...so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.

It's always good to go home. It's strengthening to see your past and know you have someplace to go where you're part of a people.

I've been on the road for four years. I won't recognise the place again, until I walk out on stage.

I've gone very far, far away, but my character keeps me close to home.

Just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed.

The thing about coming back to the Bay Area, it's like coming home for me.

You can't really go back to where you came from. I don't think any of us can.

People keep saying I've changed. I used to be confrontational. But I'm - I haven't changed. It was - it's just that circumstances have changed.

Sometimes I feel people can move past what they've grown up around and their surroundings while in a place and some people need closure after they've left and then coming back. I've seen it happen with people I knew growing up that hated each other, and then years later you go home and you see them walking down the street and they have babies.

Any time I get to go home is a joyous occasion.

I read the Odyssey because it was the story of a man who returned home after being absent for more than twenty years and was recognized only by his dog.

But a lot of my training can be done in Aston - a lot of the hard work, so to speak. But a new atmosphere, a new place, and it's good for me because I didn't want to get stuck in one spot, so coming home is good, back and forth, you know, where my roots are.

Moving is easy, exciting, an adventure - when you're young. Later, not so much. I love Massachusetts, my old home. Sometimes, late at night, I even study the real estate ads in my old hometown. But it's not even a fantasy. My parents are both gone. The world I left doesn't exist anymore. Neither does the person I was.

They change their sky but not their soul who cross the ocean.

I used to be.

I am not among those who engage in nostalgia, because I think that locks you into a moment in time without thinking about where you are, what needs to be done now.

If you go back to your home town or you're reunited with school friends, its always slightly bittersweet because as much as there's nice things in terms of seeing them again, the town has changed without you, and you're no longer a part of it.

It's strange coming back to Northern Ireland, but it feels like a home away from home.

A home is a place in time. And no place stays the same after you finally grow up and leave it. No place can ever change as much as the person who grows up there.

I try and move with the times. If I stop and begin thinking about the past there will be a problem.

People always think I left, and I was living in the States for a long time... But home has always been Calgary.

What any immigrant is after is a taste of home.