I don't have a permanent place where I live. I'm in Atlanta about six or seven months out of the year. I gave up on my place in New York. I don't have a place in L.A., but sometimes when I go there for the hiatus, I stay in temporary housing. It's all over the place, and I don't know where I live!
I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.
I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my children to hunt and live on prairie, for where an Indian is shut up in one place his body becomes weak.
No land suits Arab tribesmen except that which suits their camels.
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets, ain't got no big regrets. Two hours of pushin' broom, buys an eight by twelve, four-bit room. I'm a man of means, by no means, king of the road.
I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.
I can understand why people would want to stay on the road because you create your own bubble. You almost don't live in the real world. Just to have the things that are with you is fine.
Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.
Every day, it's a different country, different time zone. If you asked me where home was, I've never felt like I've had that. My idea of comfort is to leave a place. Two weeks is sort of my max.
My real fantasy if I was to drop out would be to live in a mobile home and be a hippie and drive around festivals and have millions of children - children with dreadlocks and nose rings - and play the flute.
I spent a large part of my 20s and 30s living in different places, including tower blocks.
I had a van that I customized so I could basically live out of that while I traveled and then I graduated to an Airstream. I've got three Airstreams now and they're all customized different ways. The good thing about those is there's not enough square footage to blow all your money.
I'm okay with roaming around the world in my bunk for days on end. Maybe every third day I'll get a shower or stumble out at dawn and realize I'm in a field in Poland. I like that kind of life.
I'm not very good at cooking, and I'm away all the time, and I like transient living. I get really itchy feet if I stay in one place.
I just go wherever work brings me. I share a house with friends in L.A., and I share a house with friends in Montreal when I'm there.
I had always loved life on the road. It was just something that appealed to me very deeply.
Listen, here's what I'd like to do: I'd like to live in a trailer and play records all night.
They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.
