Life is too mysterious to try to map it out. I've certainly lived long enough to know it will take you places you never thought it would take you - and some of those places are kind of wonderful.
Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find.
Nothing on my trip thus far was as I expected which shows you that rather than simply read about the United States you have to log the journey.
Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that -one is sure to get into some mess before evening.
I lived wherever my parents felt like making music, which had its ups and downs - I've had to move schools, but I've also seen a lot of amazing places and been on tour with my parents.
Mine has been a pretty strange path.
If travel has taught me nothing more, and it certainly has, it's this: you never know when some trifling incident, utterly without significance, may pitchfork you into adventure or, by the same token, may not.
The marvels of daily life are exciting; no movie director can arrange the unexpected that you find in the street.
I like stories where normal people are in abnormal situations, and that's what appeals to me about history.
I can call up a friend and have them meet me for a drink in 20 minutes, and suddenly, the night unfolds into this glorious, uniquely New York situation. I wouldn't give it up for the world.
The most beautiful adventures are not those we go to seek.
On the one hand, I've had such a normal upbringing with my mum, who has kept me grounded, but on the other, the wild experiences through my dad.
Sure enough, my life has been filled with some pretty interesting things every single day.
Whereas I think in New York every step is a detour in every direction.
Public life is like a long journey, in which we have immense tracks of waste countries to pass through for a very few grand and beautiful prospects.
I am an ordinary person who has been blessed with extraordinary opportunities and experiences.
When exploring London, you will come across lots of excitement by chance, so try to take everything in rather than just rushing around to all of the major tourist haunts.
The perfect date is the one where anything and everything goes wrong, but at the end of it, all you want is to see them again.
For the first time ever I was taking the family on the road. We stayed with my in-laws, which on life's list of experiences ranks right below sitting in a tub full of scissors.
The beauty of my journey is that it's always been pretty unpredictable, so stay tuned.
Here I am, safely returned over those peaks from a journey far more beautiful and strange than anything I had hoped for or imagined - how is it that this safe return brings such regret?
It's been an absolute rollercoaster. The things I've done, I didn't even dream of doing or achieving.
There are a million tiny weird towns. You never know what you're going to get into if you drive an hour into the wild.
I've gotten to go to a lot of places that I never would have been able to go and been able to meet a lot of people. And every now and then you'll be doing something and you're like, "I can't believe I get to do this."
