“A chair is still a chair
Even when there’s no one sittin’ there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there’s no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight ”
Luther Vandross – A House Is Not a Home
“There it was: a pale yellow modernist house, perched precariously on the edge of San Francisco’s Telegraph Hill. As the hill eroded, so did the foundations of the house. At first, chunks of rock fell, then pieces of the house”. […] “When a beautiful house falls apart this way, the image of loss is grand and public, and it stays lodged in the mind. It stayed lodged in my mind for another reason: I loved that house once. It was where I spent my first night when I moved to San Francisco in 1976”.
Geography of Home, writings on where we live – Preface pp.11
“[Diddy] … “A house is Not a Home”, I hate this song
Is a house really a home when your loved ones is gone…”
Diddy – Coming Home (ft. Skylar Grey)
“… You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.”
Miranda Lambert – The House That Built Me