Bryan Cranston Quotes

I suppose any person who's played somewhere for a certain amount of time and then has the opportunity to go back and just reminisce a little bit, maybe it holds a different feeling than some of the other places.

I do think of Bombay as my hometown. Those are the streets I walked when I was learning to walk. And it's the place that my imagination has returned to more than anywhere else.

Delhi is my emotional home. I still dream of owning a home there.

Despite the fact that I spend a lot of time in London, Switzerland and New York, Africa is the place I know and love best, and my heart will always lie here.

As a songwriter, I do kind of look at 'Santa Monica' as a thing outside of itself, because it isn't just my song. This is a song a lot of people tell me is a part of their high school or college years. That means a lot to me.

The landscape you grow up in speaks to you in a way that nowhere else does.

It's always a pleasure on a personal note for me to come back to Australia.

I really love to set things in places that are real to me.

In college, I would follow Bob Dylan around, and I would show up to a concert, and he would sing some song he hadn't sang in a long time, and it would speak to something, and I would think it had some great fateful implication.

Delhi is like my second home.

With Street View, you're curating a data set capable of incredible emotional resonance for the person interacting with it because everyone grew up somewhere. And if your house is in this dataset, that's going to provide some emotional context for you.

I feel like Boston is a second home for me.

I've always loved coming back to Vizag.

I know people say that all the time, but for me, it's true: Manchester really is my second home.

'Dirt On My Boots' is a very different song. I heard the melody, and I heard the lyrics, and I heard the drive of that song. I totally related. It was kinda me when I was on my bulldozer working for my dad.

London has always held a special place in my heart.

There's always something about home that's special.

I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.

Oakland is home, and you always want to go home. Anytime you get the chance, you're happy to go home.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

But that mimosa grove-the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since-until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.

If I had grown up in that house I couldn't have loved it more, couldn't have been more familiar with the creak of the swing, or the pattern of the clematis vines on the trellis, or the velvety swell of land as it faded to gray on the horizon . . . . The very colors of the place had seeped into my blood.

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

There is something particularly fascinating about seeing places you know in a piece of art - be that in a film, or a photograph or painting.