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A simple life is good with me. I don't need a whole lot. For me, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, barefoot on a beach and I'm happy.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
I look my best when I'm totally free, on holiday, walking on the beach.
I don't fear death so much as I fear its prologues: loneliness, decrepitude, pain, debilitation, depression, senility. After a few years of those, I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach.
I love the beach. I love the sea. All my life I live within - in front of the sea.
Babies don't need a vacation, but I still see them at the beach... it pisses me off! I'll go over to a little baby and say 'What are you doing here? You haven't worked a day in your life!'
Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun.
Holiday? Is like, what? I'm a hyperactive girl, so it may be boring for me to be on the beach doing nothing. I just need to find a place for three weeks and work but sleep in the morning, maybe write a little bit, have a glass of red wine. That's my perfect holiday.
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.
The beach is definitely where I feel most at home. It's my oxygen. I forget how much I need it sometimes when I'm away working.
