If I really like the smell of something – a piece of tar or my goddaughter’s plastic doll – I put a tiny piece in a bottle with a label. I keep them in a fridge in my bathroom.
I couldn’t fight, and I wasn’t particularly interested in the academic. So I started doing satiric bits in the school bathroom. Guys would cut class to come and see me.
I do like to read in bed, but because I have two kids I’m often forced to read in the bathroom.
I love to travel and to be inspired by new things, so everything is always new. I’ve never done the same bathroom or the same kitchen a second time. It’s challenging, and I like to be challenged.
I get really nervous if pigeons are flying around before shows. I can’t stand them after one once flew in through my bathroom window and went for me while I was having a wee. That was enough. I think pigeons target me.
As a kid, I’d go into the bathroom when I was having a tantrum. I’d be in the bathroom crying, studying myself in the mirror. I was preparing for future roles.
Life is like a movie-since there aren’t any commercial breaks, you have to get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of it.
I remember just calling myself gay was a big step for me, and I remember being in the bathroom brushing my teeth, testing out to myself in the mirror, saying, ‘I am gay,’ and seeing if the world was going to stop or if the ceiling would fall in on me.
I had a hard time with bullying. I ate lunch in the bathroom.
I like ‘Goodbye My Lover’ because it’s a really personal song and I recorded it in my landlady’s bathroom in Los Angeles. She had a piano in there and for me listening back to it, it actually sounds like the voice I hear in my head. It’s so close to what I can imagine.
I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it.
My house always had at least 14 people in it. And one bathroom. So I didn’t really want to be home.
I was born in a 10×10 room of a chawl, and we shared a common bathroom with other people in the neighbourhood.
There are bathroom singers, but I am a bathroom painter. In other words, my art will stay inside the four walls of my house.
I’ve dealt with a lot of couples over the years, and most cite the battle for closet and bathroom space as one of the most frequent causes of marital discord.
I like kitchens. I’m a kitchen and bathroom freak.
Once, I lived in an apartment with a skylight in the bathroom. Every winter, it would snow through the skyline, but we got a discount because of it.
If I’m in a social situation where I’m triggered, I go into the bathroom and move and shake and breathe.
I remember seeing my father shaving my mother’s head in the bathroom after her chemo treatments; It was so traumatizing.
In high school I was an outcast… I wasn’t cool to hang out with. I ate my lunch in a bathroom stall because that was the one place I could go where I wouldn’t been seen.
One of the things that I do that I’ve found from being newly married is that my husband and I, we go in the bathroom and brush our teeth together. And that’s when we talk about what’s going on in the day, so we get to bond that way.
I’ve always loved the scent of rose; it’s just the most beautiful scent. If you open my bathroom cupboard, everything is rose scented.
I want to come and play in cities and states where transgender citizens are not discriminated against, where there’s no hateful bathroom bills at the shows where I’m going to be playing.
I hate knowing where people go to the bathroom. You follow them going to pee, to eat – I hate everything when it comes to reality shows!
At the premieres, I always watch the audience. If a child asks to go to the bathroom, I know I’ve failed.
You have some cities that are saying that if you have a man who feels like he’s a woman, he can use the women’s restroom. I guarantee you that will be taken advantage of by some very bad men who want to go into a bathroom where there’s young ladies. That will happen if you pass a law like that.
The Internet’s like one big bathroom wall with a lot of people who anonymously can say really mean things. It’s fine, I believe in freedom of speech and I think people should think what they want, but I don’t care to hear it.
I had trained myself not to go to the bathroom throughout my elementary and junior high school years because I was bullied. And you don’t understand why you’re being bullied, so you just suppress it.
The main part of the house is a deep red and I have butterscotch carpet. And I have a bathroom with leopard skin floor, wallpaper and toilet.
I would wake up really early and go into the hotel bathroom, put a towel over the toilet, and put my laptop there. I’d put my headphones on and just write. And so now when I do writing sessions, and I am stuck on a part, or I can’t figure out a chorus, I’m just like, ‘Give me a second,’ and I’ll go to that bathroom.
I was 25 when I’d told my parents that I was giving up steady work as an electrician to become an actor. They couldn’t have been less enthusiastic if I’d proposed starting a commercial newt-breeding operation in the bathroom.
I hated the compound, I hated the dark, dirty room, I hated the filthy bathroom, and I hated everything about it, especially the constant state of terror and fear.
I love a bathroom and fluffy bathrobe. Bear Grylls and camping… that’s not me!
You learn a lot about people when you’re sitting on their bathroom floor or on their toilet seat, rifling through their stuff.
When a child is locked in the bathroom with water running and he says he’s doing nothing but the dog is barking, call 911.
I’ve been singing Shakira songs in front of my bathroom mirror into my hairbrush forever. It’s like a daily routine.
The reason for privacy is not so that people will not know you go to the bathroom. It’s to allow certain things to go on that you don’t want other people to know about, when all is said and done. But the things I don’t want other people to know about are not my sex life.
I used to love sitting on the bathroom floor in my pajamas and watching my mother get ready for an event. She’d stand in front of her vanity and apply bright red and blue makeup – it was the ’80s, you know.
I grew up with six brothers. That’s how I learned to dance – waiting for the bathroom.
Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.
I would rather sleep in a bathroom than in another hotel.
Men who consistently leave the toilet seat up secretly want women to get up to go the bathroom in the middle of the night and fall in.
At a formal dinner party, the person nearest death should always be seated closest to the bathroom.
Pandemic life has turned me into a freak for baths, and my process is involved enough to make it fun. I pour in some bubble bath, add a pouch of Japanese onsen powder, and place some candles around the bathroom for ambiance.
Is that bad? Detachment in the sense that I can’t be going to every party, showing my face, talking to the press and telling them what I am wearing to the bathroom or where I eat. I would rather see a purpose to that.
Of all the subjects on this planet, I think my parents would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.
One thing I did was to create a Love Yourself List. I wrote down everything I like about myself, and put it on my bathroom mirror. Then I read it until I believed it. Any time I compared myself to others, and felt negative about myself, I’d go back to that list.
I love to be in my bathroom with my candles lit, morning, noon and night. I like taking hot baths and hot showers, using my body scrubs and lotions.
When I first started, it was so male-heavy, so male-dominated, that on the 18th floor of the criminal courts building, which was where I worked, there were three men’s bathrooms and only one women’s bathroom.
What conflicting ideas that we love and embrace these women, and entrust them to raise our children and to feed us and to bathe us, but we keep something as silly as a bathroom separate.
I have always had a ridiculous fear that I will walk into the bathroom one morning and find a python in my toilet.
When I was a kid, I had a tendency to criticize. But when I did, my mum would whisk me off to the bathroom to stand in front of a mirror. Ten minutes, never less. To think about how criticism is a poor reflection on the one who criticizes.
I am a terrible singer. At best I am a bathroom singer.
Can anyone seriously contend that whether a 14-year-old boy, who thinks he is a girl, gets to use the girls’ bathroom is a civil rights issue comparable to whether African-Americans get the right to vote?
What I remember about that experience is that if you went to go see ‘ Born On The Fourth Of July’ and you happened to take a bathroom break real quick or grab some popcorn, you probably missed me. It was short, but it was memorable.
In the bathroom, having taken my make-up off and opened my eyes, I always think there’s a ghost behind me. It feels like there’s a weird presence. Maybe it’s my brain reacting to me without make-up.
My favourite room in my house is easily the top room, which is a bedroom but also a bathroom, with a big, wooden carved bath, two huge fireplaces and a raised bit in the corner for performances. I’ve had some really lovely parties and poetry readings up there.
