When I lived in L.A. full time, I moved often - fourteen different neighbourhoods in sixteen years.
I was born in Alabama, but I only lived there for a month before I'd done everything there was to do.
Los Angeles is a very transient town. It's the only place I know where you can actually rent a dog.
The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.
The first few years I was in Vermont quite a bit, but I don't think I ever spent years and years there.
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.
It is a strange world, Oxford - quite claustrophobic. I was often glad I was only there for eight weeks at a time.
My mother liked to buy houses, fix them up, and turn them over. We'd live somewhere for a few months and then move to another house, sometimes just two blocks away.
He'll come back to visit, but not to stay, not to live.
A dream my girlfriend and I have is to move to New York for a year or two because we just love the city. I would take some acting classes.
I thought that, when I came to New York, that I would have a very life here for three months or three and a half months. And my impression is that it won't be so quiet as I wanted.
