Blank House was exactly a nice empty sheet where nothing was accountable because you were so naughty that you were in Blank House.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was determined to have a spotless house when I grew up.
I consider a house without books or a piano to be unfurnished.
Blank paper has always inspired me.
Home wasn't so much a house as people, family.
I live for the blank page.
It's really weird because my house is very ornate, but my writing lair is very, very blank. It's white, the furniture is white. It gives me nothing to look at, so I just have to concentrate!
I was never really a big presence in the home.
It always made me sad that there were kids who didn't have homes.
I've never had an empty house. Ever.
After having dispatched a meal, I went ashore, and found no habitation save a single house, and that without an occupant; we had no doubt that the people had fled in terror at our approach, as the house was completely furnished.