Everyone talks about, 'Get your foot in the door,' but I never understood that mentality. Why would I want to go in that house? Why not build my own house? Why not take a chair and smash a window?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm just fascinated by houses. In another life, I'd have probably trained as an architect. If I had enough money, I'd collect them like other people collect teapots. I don't know why I love them so much. I'm just very interested in the idea of a house as a metaphor for the way one lives.
Things in themselves have no life in them. A car can't comfort or encourage you. A house means nothing if there's no life and love inside.
No one expects the doormat to stand upright, shake itself off, and amble down the street to seek its own happiness.
One of the main uses of a home is to stay in it, when one is too weak and spiritless for conforming, without effort, to the ways of other houses.
Building your own house is a primal urge, one of those universal genetic drives like the need to provide for your family.
I walk into rooms and I don't know why I'm there. I'm like, 'Why am I standing in front of the toilet now?'
The important thing isn't the house. It's the ability to make it. You carry that in your brains and in your hands, wherever you go... It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.
Why would I want a place of my own? Then I would have to things worry about, like doing laundry and having food in the fridge.
What does a house want to be?
I don't like being in houses alone.