I'm kind of getting over the whole Manhattan life. I'm from Vancouver, and that means mountains and a lot of space.
It's so busy in London, and I'm used to the countryside, fields, family, the horses and stuff.
I love a tree more than a man.
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.
If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.
Location is everything, I'd rather camp in the Lake District or Scotland than sit in a five-star hotel in Frankfurt.
I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
A book's alright when the weather's foul and there's nothing else to do, but why sit and read when the wind is calling your name?
