For die-hards like me, that have something to go home to, we're coming home, ... I love New Orleans. We're not a dying breed at this point, not yet.

Baby, I had a beautiful home. It's hard when you lived on your own for so many years and just like you pop your finger, or in the twinkling of an eye, you're homeless.

They can put me in jail, I'm 70 years old, and I want to come home. If I am going to die, I want to die in New Orleans.

We try to be a home to everyone. I just feel like this is a home ... It's like people drop by your house.

I want to come home. I'll come and I'll sleep on my porch. This is where I spent all my life. I am begging the politicians to let me come home.

Women are not going to be equal outside the home until men are equal in it