Andrea Hirata Quotes

When I think of Kansas, I think of family.

I have my husband and children near me in Rome, and I feel this is where we are temporarily belonging. But personally, all my life, I have felt the absence of a sense of history.

My family in St. Louis brings me to my roots.

I did grow up in a small town. I grew up in a lot of different places. But I consider my home to be Cleveland.

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 love Memphis, I guess you could say, in the way that you love a brother even if he does sometimes puzzle and sadden and frustrate you. Say what you want about it, it's an authentic place. I was born and raised in Memphis, and no matter where I go, Memphis belongs to me, and I to it.

I've lived in New York for thirty years now, but I'm a proud Pittsburgher, and home is home. My family's still in Pittsburgh.

I love my nice things, but I'm still the Welsh family girl.

I'm a native New Yorker. Everything to do with New York feels like my family.

I am proud of where I come from and never forget the people I grew up with. Wherever I go, La Castellane is where I want to go back to.

For immigrant generations especially, family is the first structure, or shelter, for a people who are in exile.

For some people, home is family and their mom's house or their girl or whatever, and I have those experiences as well, but the biggest thing for me is Chicago.

I love Cleveland, and I love going back home. That's where my family is. That's where my roots are.

I'm always in touch with where I'm from.

The notion of someone who is fitting in or trying to become part of a larger family... It's hard to separate that from my own Jewish roots.

I have great friends and always go back home to remember where and who the essence of Mya and where I actually come from and to never forget that.

Home, for me, is with the people who I really love - whether that's in England with my family, Ireland with my relatives, or Germany and Canada with my friends.

Let's treasure our roots, even when we're far away.

Everyone knows I'm very close to my family, my hometown, my homeland.

I'm an adopted Mancunian. This city has grown on me. I have a wife from Manchester and have three kids who think they are more Mancuniuan than anything else, which is a problem I need to address!

Everybody's got somewhere they call home.

Norman, Okla. That's where my folks live, so it's home to me.

But there were years when, in search of what I thought was better, nobler things I denied these, my people, and my family. I forgot the songs they sung - and most of those songs are now dead; I erased their dialect from my tongue; I was ashamed of them and their ways of life. But now - yes, I love them; they are a part of my blood; they, with all their virtues and their faults, played a great part in forming my way of looking at life.

I always knew who I was and where I had come from. I was not looking for a home in other people's lands.

I am delighted to be back home in Galway, the place I first came to as a 19-year-old in 1960. It's here where my heart is and will forever be.