John Hawkes Quotes

I do not feel an exile from America in any sense.

Even though I live in America more, I feel like when I go to Adelaide, that's when I get to go home.

In general, I have felt more at home in the U.S. than I ever felt in England.

I haven't become an American! Having a house in LA is just where the house is. It's just a convenience thing living there. I carry Wales around inside me. I'd consider moving back there one day. I never really left.

I'm living in California but I have a place that is mine in Chile and I belong there. I am no longer an exile.

I'm fully English, but Portugal is my home.

I was born in England, but India is the only place I feel at home.

An adventurer can always return home; an exile cannot. So I decided that my home would be culture.

New York has given me a lot, but I still don't consider it home.

I'm interested in people who find themselves in places, either of their choosing or not, and who are forced to decide how best to live there. That feeling of both citizenship and exile, of always being an expatriate - with all the attendant problems and complications and delight.

I am not quite sure where home is right now. I do have places in London and Milan, and a house in Spain. I guess I would say home is where my mother is, and she lives in Spain.

I only realised why I keep living in Shepperton when I returned to China. All the people who moved there had come from places just like Shepperton, and so they built and lived in houses exactly like these. I now know I was drawn here because, on an unconscious level, Shepperton reminds me of Shanghai.

I cannot live anywhere else except India.

I'm a Canadian citizen. But I always want to feel at home in Sri Lanka. I'm a member of both countries.

Although I was always very happy in Britain, I never stopped thinking of America as home, in the fundamental sense of the term. It was where I came from, what I really understood, the base against which all else was measured.

I call Iran home because no matter how long I live in France, and despite the fact that I feel also French after all these years, to me the word 'home' has only one meaning: Iran. I suppose it's that way for everyone: Home is the place where one is born and raised.

I'd always somehow felt slightly as if I'd been born in the wrong country.

I've now been in this country for thirteen years, since I was seventeen. So this is my second home.

Paris is where my family are, but it's not really home now because I have dear friends in London and dear friends in New York.

Madrid is what I call home, but also the States.

I was born in Peru, and we moved to Scotland when I was 15, but I've not lived here for a long time. But I would always say that I am Scottish, and Scotland is as close to a home as I have.

I don't have a place anywhere but Australia; I just don't spend much time there.

Although I hold a German passport, I feel very much alienated when I'm there.

Language, identity, place, home: these are all of a piece - just different elements of belonging and not-belonging.

I'm very British at heart. When I come to England, I say I'm coming home, and then it's funny: when I leave England to go back to L.A., I also say I'm going back home.