Luc Ferrari Quotes

The first time I lived in L.A. I was too young. I really wanted to be back home in Vancouver.

Almost everything I operated was in Melbourne and Perth, but in the end, I just couldn't bear the thought of leaving. Sydney is my home.

You ever try to leave New York? I did once. I lasted about a year.

Nothing has gotten me out of Philadelphia. I moved 20 minutes away from Philly. That's about it.

I'll go do films for three or four months and then I can't wait to go home to LA. And I complain about LA left and right, but then I always end up wanting to go home, you know?

I loved New York, but I never quite felt like New York was my home either.

I always miss New York when I leave it.

I'm from New Jersey. But I went to school in Los Angeles and all across the country. So, I can totally connect with missing home.

When I was in L.A., I thought I would never leave.

I'm a Jersey girl, but I went to college in L.A. I can connect with the feeling of wanting to come home.

I grew up without a television, so when I went to L.A., it was sort of, you know, a lot to take in, but it actually suited me more than where I was from, so I sort of had that 'home away from home' feeling, and L.A. is definitely home now.

When I'm at school in the city, I don't feel particularly worldly or wise. It's only when I come back home that I remember exactly why I left.

So many of my films involve houses or homes that have been abandoned. People trying to get back home. That's an idea that I keep dealing with.

I do find myself missing the energy of New York more and more often as my time away from the city progresses.

I miss Boston so much and want to get back there someday.

Going to Charlotte and being there two years, I missed L.A., but it was good for me.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.

L.A. is such a different place. I miss New York so much. I almost teared up when I came back and wanted a Guinness and realized I could drink it and take a cab home. I remembered that I could be a functional alcoholic in New York, like I used to be!

I have learned since that sometimes the things we want most are impossible for us. You may long to come home, yet wander forever.

At this moment, my soul is in Lebanon, my heart in Paris, and my body in New York.

exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience. It is the unhealable rift forced between a human being and a native place, between the self and its true home: its essential sadness can never be surmounted. And while it is true that literature and history contain heroic, romantic, glorious, even triumphant episodes in an exile’s life, these are no more than efforts meant to overcome the crippling sorrow of estrangement.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.

I would rather be living in Philadelphia.