Rootless Existence Quotes

I had a gypsy upbringing, so I moved around all over the place and can't remember a street I grew up on.

I don't have a permanent place where I live. I'm in Atlanta about six or seven months out of the year. I gave up on my place in New York. I don't have a place in L.A., but sometimes when I go there for the hiatus, I stay in temporary housing. It's all over the place, and I don't know where I live!

And there are new kinds of nomads, not people who are at home everywhere, but who are at home nowhere. I was one of them

I might live in Manhattan or Edinburgh or Cardiff. I think of myself as without nationality.

I grew up all over the world. My father was in the army and was posted to a new place every two and a half years. I have no geographical roots.

I live in a bus and go from place to place and sometimes feel very detached from what's going on.

I am truly a "lone traveler" and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart.

People ask me where I live most of the time, and it's kind of complicated for me to answer, because I'm not really sure. It's somewhere in between London, Rome, Paris, and Rio.

From the age of 31, I have lived in hotels.

I've never had a clique. It's impossible when you're always traveling.

Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere. Here you are an individual, you have a background of your own, you would be missed. But off there in the cities there are thousands of rolling stones like me. We are all alike; we have no ties, we know nobody, we own nothing.

I live in Manhattan but travel all around the world; I moved to Paris when I was 16; I lived in London twice. It's kind of like, if I want to move somewhere, I don't have anything holding me back. I don't have children. If I wanna live in a certain place, I'll go. But I've lived everywhere, and I prefer New York to everything.

Just as language has no longer anything in common with the thing it names, so the movements of most of the people who live in cities have lost their connection with the earth; they hang, as it were, in the air, hover in all directions, and find no place where they can settle.

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.

As a model, you're such a gypsy, so that 'home' element is kind of taken from you.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

Thus, in a middle course between these heights and depths, they drifted through life rather than lived, the prey of aimless days and sterile memories, like wandering shadows that could have acquired substance only by consenting to root themselves in the solid earth of their distress.

I am a tumbleweed. I don't have a company. I don't have a staff. I don't own anything - I've never owned a car or an apartment.

I grew up on army bases all over the world, but I'm from Alabama.

I like the idea of marriage, but I think I'm a nomad.

My main place is in Switzerland, but I live on a plane, really.

I don't think, to be a traveler, you have to reject setting roots up.

I'm always on a train or a plane, so wherever I happen to be is home.

Some people will always ground themselves very strongly in a piece of soil, a grandmother's property, a tiny plot of land, and that's great. But in the Age of Movement, there's no question that the number of people who don't - or can't - is growing exponentially.

Home is anywhere I hang my hair