I live on the beach, and I always will.
A beach house isn't just real estate. It's a state of mind.
O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.
I adore Biarritz. I first went there in the Eighties, and my wife and I liked it so much that we ended up buying a holiday home there.
I love the sea, but I avoid any sort of seaside resort that has skyscrapers or seaside entertainments.
I became a beach bum.
My dream is to have a house on the beach, even just a little shack somewhere so I can wake up, have coffee, look at dolphins, be quiet and breathe the air.
If you're sitting in a place like Martha's Vineyard, I don't think you're going to write a song about a ski resort.
Every summer, my grandparents would rent a house on Balboa Island. They had the house next to Bob Hope's. I've been going down there all my life, to that whole area.
Not everybody has the chance to grow up on an island.
I'm looking at a place on the coast, ... I was born next to the ocean and I'd like to live next to the ocean.
There was a house at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against the cliffs, where love was more intense because it seemed like a shipwreck.
