Fay Wray Quotes

I don't own an inch of land, but all I see is mine.

Yorkshire is so much part of me.

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

Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together.

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

When you are part of a community for 14 years, it inevitably shapes you. I will always have a part of Ferrari beside me; a part of my heart will always be red.

I like shooting in New York because I have such a connection to the city. I have so many memories there.

I think my blood is actually khaki. The khaki is a part of me. It's in my heart.

Chicago is my hometown and will always have a special place in my heart.

We want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents' house when we were children.

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.

New York is in my soul.

I will forever and always identify with Scarborough - no matter where I move.

Cleveland has been my life.

I'm happy I've stayed because Rome has become my home and an indelible part of my life, in an almost unreal way.

Even though I wasn't born or raised in El Paso, it'll always be a part of me until the day that I die.

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

Who are you?" I asked. "You know who I am," he replied. "I'm yours." ~Clea / Sage, pg. 105

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.

... home isn't always the place where you were born and bred. Home is the place where your everyday clothes are, and where somebody or something needs you.

He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.

Once a book falls into our possession, it is ours, the same way children lay their claim: 'That's my book.' As if it were organically part of them. That must be why we have so much trouble returning borrowed books. It's not exactly theft (of course not, we're not thieves, what are you implying?); it's simply a slippage in ownership or, better still, a transfer of substance. That which belonged to someone else becomes mine when I look at it. And if I like what I read, naturally I'll have difficulty giving it back.

When you love something, you get to know it. Then you feel the ownership and if it changes, you only love it as far as you know it because then you're like, "What is this?"

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