Erin Richards Quotes

My perfect guy wears converse, is totally laid back, and doesn't worry about being cool.

No, I come for a hippy lifestyle, it's very open; my parents are both hippies.

My family, my parents are hippies.

Every single person, pretty much, is taught what they're supposed to do: go to school, get a job, find someone to love, get married, have kids, raise the kids, and then die. Nobody questions that. What if you want to do something different?

You could say I'm a laid-back kind of guy.

I would never get married in a conventional way; I'd have the 'Curb' music as the union music.

My own style is one of not much effort.

I used to be frustrated about being called bohemian, but I don't really care now. If that's what you are, you should celebrate it.

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 don't really have any people in my life who aren't gypsies.

I have what some people consider to be a 'hippie' mentality.

I've always been like a black hippie.

I have a distinct memory of friends I had at school whose parents were, for want of a better word, bohemian. That was the kind of England that I thought I should have belonged to.

I was raised in a bit of a hippie environment.

I wasn't a hippie and I wasn't even a bohemian. I was extremely earnest and serious.

I just want to get married in a bathing suit... Deal with it.

I'm just kind of a hippie. Age is not that relevant to the music.

She was feeling her bohemian oats.

I'm a redneck. And we can wear whatever because we just really don't care about those things. And when you're a redneck named Bubba, you really don't care.

Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs, getting up to read devastating truths from my notebook, leaning against the microphone, cigarette dangling from my hand.

From the time I was a kid, I'd never joined groups. I hated high school groups. I hung out with hippies, musical people. I hung out with whomever I found compelling and interesting and smart. And I continued to do that throughout my life.

But now the world breaks in on us, the world is shocked, the world looks upon our idyll as madness. The world maintains that no rational man or woman would have chosen this way of life - therefore, it is madness. Alone I confront them and tell them that nothing could be saner or truer! What do people really know about life? We fall in line, follow the pattern established by our mentors. Everything is based on assumptions; even time, space, motion, matter are nothing but supposition. The world has no new knowledge to impart; it merely accepts what is there.

I opine-I think you're a woman of your world,' he said from the far end of the couch. 'I would have a hard time seeing you pressed and powdered, dreading a life of servitude under the name of marriage. You'd die in that mold. I like you as you are, fiery and ill tempered.

My energy comes from freedom and a rebellious spirit.

In the "Absolutely Fabulous" show, it's a fairly dysfunctional family, but they're not women who are constantly in search of a man. They don't live conventionally, they don't live in a conventional heterosexual relationship. Edina wishes all her children were gay, because as far as she's concerned it's the most glamorous most interesting thing to be. I think it's about bucking convention, really, and living life without apologizing.