Give a hippie too much money and anything can happen.
I've always been a bit of a gypsy.
I've always enjoyed the bohemia of Paisley.
It is the free spirited men and women that we most admire and often envy - those individuals who dare to be themselves.
There's a book called 'The Baron in the Trees.' A friend got that for me because I was kind of a tree-dwelling nomad for a bit. I kind of associate myself with the book.
I'm not out to conquer anything, which I think is a good thing. That's why I also think crazy, different things come my way. I really don't have an agenda, and I'm really happy not to have one. I'm just keeping it light.
I'm not afraid to eat breakfast at three in the morning. As a kid, I used to go to bed at 8 P.M., wake up at 1 A.M. when my grandma would cook me breakfast, and then I'd pass out again.
There are three reasons why men of genius have long hair. One is, that they forget it is growing. The second is, that they like it. The third is, that it comes cheaper; they wear it long for the same reason they wear their hats long.
My definition of freedom is still ruled by the reluctance to live a conventional life, from Emilio Salgari's pirates.
I'm a dirty kid, I like to be outside, I like to run about, I like to get messy. So I spent a lot of time outside as a kid, skating and just being a disaster.
We had been reading about these beatniks who hung out or lived in Greenwich Village, and we wanted to find out what a 'beatnik' was, and so a friend and I went right to the source. What we learned, of course, was that beatniks were mostly artists.
My personal experience has been that in my free bohemian subculture, I'm not unique.
I was in Florida with Burt Stern, the photographer who shot Marilyn Monroe on the beach with a sweater, and we smoked a joint. The bathing suit kept coming off in the water, and I just ripped it off. I was very comfortable being naked.
I was a wild child tomboy.
Boho to me is a first-year student who's just discovered the tie-dye shop.
My mother had a cotillion, but she wanted to be bohemian.
When I was 13 and looking for my identity, I was obsessed with hippies.
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.
My wife and I sold our house New York and moved to Australia for a year; then we came back and spent almost three years bumming around the country in an old '61 VW van. We put the kids in school wherever we happened to be, but mainly we reveled in being rootless.
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.
If you have a certain wildness of spirit, a cabinet maker's workshop is not the place to express it.
You gotta have life your way. If you ain't losing your mind, you ain't partying right.
I'm flowing and letting things happen as they happen. I want to be living out of suitcases on the road. I'm open to the universe, whatever comes my way. I feel like a hippie - but hey, it works.
I just really think every job I do, I get this gypsy attitude to money.
Perhaps it is because cats do not live by human patterns, do not fit themselves into prescribed behavior, that they are so united to creative people.
