Joe Buck Quotes

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 am more of a New Yorker than ever and just actually, sometimes I fantasize about living somewhere else, where it's maybe not quite so crowded or stressful, blah, blah, blah and after September 11th, I guess I could just not imagine living anywhere else.

No matter where I've been or where I go, a piece of Missouri is always with me because this is where I'm from and where I grew up.

I wished I could go back to Atletico; I'm not going to lie.

I mourn my old life here. We barely scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in retrospect, it seems so secure compared to now, when I am so rich and famous and so hated by the authorities in the capitol.

I don't want to be gone. I don't want to be somewhere else. I consider myself a Yankee.

I don't live in London. I live in the place that I sing about.

I do love my hometown. It really forged who I am in a major way.

I was born at Rotten Row in Glasgow and brought up in Loch Lomond near a small place called Gartocharn. And it's a bit like anyone: where you're brought up, you have an irresistible attraction to that place; it defines who you are.

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

Boston will always be home to me.

I chose Stanford for Stanford and not for the coach. I was going to Stanford regardless.

England, through good times or bad, was the only place I wanted to be.

When I go back to Louisiana, I want to be the same person that my friends remember me as. It's so important to me.

There is a great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one's life. It happens that we return to such places in our minds irresistibly. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them walked in them lived in them even for a day, we keep forever in the mind's eye. They become indispensable to our well-being; they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there, or there.

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.

I may have left Liverpool but the city and club will always be part of me.

I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

I just don't identify myself with a place. I just don't get it. Like, why am I cheering for this town? Towns are good and bad but they don't have principles, constitutions. You wouldn't go to war for your town.

I don't like coming home. It keeps me from being nostalgic, which by nature I am. Even before the plane begins its descent, I find myself dreading the questions left unanswered by my childhood.

I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.

I could not imagine living away from Sevenwaters, away from all that was so much a part of me. Maybe, if you cared enough about someone, you could do it and not feel your spirit torn in two. But the forest keeps her hold on all those who are born there, and they cannot travel far without the yearning in them to return.

I have an apartment back home in London. England will be home for me. It always has been and always will be. It's where my friends are.

Towns change; they grow or diminish, but hometowns remain as we left them.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home