Once I even took the train to Utrecht, forty miles from Amsterdam, with my yellow star, this star which I still have. Why did I go? I just wanted to visit some friends. I was a little bit crazy, a little bit insane.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think one reason, obviously, that I spend so much time in one place is that I've been lucky enough to travel a lot, and now there are other different, invisible trains that are more interesting to me.
I didn't go to America to be a star, but to try to reclaim my life.
I wanted to do my part to help preserve that golden age of travel... I step aboard The Patron Tequila Express railcar, and I go back in time to the days when a long journey was something fun and very special.
I don't know if I was a star. I was certainly working a lot and that was strange because there were good things about it and things that were difficult.
I came to London. It had become the center of my world and I had worked hard to come to it. And I was lost.
And now I have a big house, nice clothes and I travel in first class and I love it, so maybe it's time to enjoy being a star.
Stand outside De Eland, on the Berenstraat Bridge over the Prinsengracht, and you see what real Amsterdam life is like.
I didn't come to New York to be a star, I brought my star with me.
In January 1921, I found myself wonderfully alone in an empty carriage in a rocking train in the night between Waterloo and Sherborne. Stars on each side of me; I ran from side to side of the carriage, checking the constellations.
I just got back from Switzerland, which I've never been to. I went to Switzerland and Amsterdam.