When I lived in L.A. full time, I moved often - fourteen different neighbourhoods in sixteen years.
I was born in Alabama, but I only lived there for a month before I'd done everything there was to do.
Los Angeles is a very transient town. It's the only place I know where you can actually rent a dog.
The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.
The first few years I was in Vermont quite a bit, but I don't think I ever spent years and years there.
It is a strange world, Oxford - quite claustrophobic. I was often glad I was only there for eight weeks at a time.
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.
He'll come back to visit, but not to stay, not to live.
My mother liked to buy houses, fix them up, and turn them over. We'd live somewhere for a few months and then move to another house, sometimes just two blocks away.
A dream my girlfriend and I have is to move to New York for a year or two because we just love the city. I would take some acting classes.
I thought that, when I came to New York, that I would have a very life here for three months or three and a half months. And my impression is that it won't be so quiet as I wanted.
