Top 313 Apartment Quotes

I have the most incredible fans, and they have given me so many wonderful gifts. My apartment is decorated almost entirely with fan art.

When I first became involved with PETA, it was on an ‘issue-by-issue’ basis – they interviewed me in my old apartment about animal abuse in the circus as I sat on a leather sofa.

When I was younger and obsessed with becoming an artist, the hospital was my New York loft apartment. I would move the furniture around to create space on the floor, throw down some sheets and indulge in any form of art that I could get my hands on.

I no longer want to live in an apartment furnished with forklifts and backhoes.

My most vivid memory of my father centers on the day he left. It was warm, and my mother was especially short with Rhonda and me that afternoon, which I attributed to the heat. I was oblivious to the mounting hostilities in our basement apartment.

I can pay my rent now. I guess I could always do that, but now I can get an apartment with heat.

I live in New York, but I’m gone 310, 320 days a year. My apartment is storage.

We ended up all living in a one-bedroom apartment that cost $80 a month and sleeping on the floor. My jacket was my first pillow. We really had nothing at all.

I love playing the piano. I have one in my apartment, and I learnt by ear. I sing a lot of Coldplay, but do my own stuff too.

Craig Newmark looks like the kind of guy who would help you move your apartment, sell your furniture, get a job, or help you find that cute girl you saw on the subway.

My grandmother’s apartment had significance for me, even as a child, and I was fascinated by that world that was disappearing.

When you walk out of your apartment, you think about performing; you do not think about how your opponent looks. So I think the advice from me to everybody is just to go out there and have fun.

Kids who grow up in radically different environments are always going to have different comfort levels with regard to a topic. If you don’t live near a train track, it’s hard to squash a penny that way, and if you live in an apartment in New York City, it may be difficult to get to drive a car.

Many queer and trans people live – and lived – in our prison and jails, in our homeless shelters, in run-down houses and apartment buildings, and on the corners of every major city. Marriage equality doesn’t help them; and the potential loss of momentum for trans/queer rights after this win could well hurt them.

I was born and bred in a tiny, low-ceilinged ground-floor apartment.

It’s nonstop Ben Harper in my apartment.

We all had to learn Southern accents. It wasn’t a big research show. With the ‘Wounded Knee’ project, I locked myself in my apartment with history books so I would know what we’re talking about.

To be able to sit in Donald Trump’s apartment and talk about the future of corporate real estate was amazing.

I was living in a large apartment with no furniture, just a typewriter, and because I had nothing else to do with my time, it made me take my writing seriously.

When I was 12, I forgot the keys to my parent’s apartment. So I simply climbed up seven floors to get in.

Every song brings back memories, like I remember where I wrote all these songs. ‘Universal Heartbeat’ was my apartment in New York City. ‘My Sister’ was at my apartment in Boston. I remember places and I remember what I was thinking when I wrote it.

For the first time, I lived alone… in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.

I produce some of my music videos on a $200 budget. But I produce most of my videos on zero budget. I have a studio in my apartment – which is actually just a green screen I have tacked on my wall and some lamps to light everything.

I don’t have a car in Manhattan because you have to choose between a car and an apartment. It’s that expensive.

I also had a hosting position on a home and garden television show – which is a joke if you ever see my apartment.

Butler was like 20 minutes from my house, so I was pretty much at home. I never had my own apartment and made my own meals for myself and all that.

I’m writing a book, and there’s not even space for a desk in our home. So I spent my hard-earned book money and rented the small apartment downstairs from us.

I have money in my bank account. I have my own apartment. I have friends. I still go through and experience depression. You don’t have to be ashamed of it.

I live in New York. I have an amazing apartment over there; I have this amazing life over there that’s full of glamour. I get treated like a queen over there – and that’s one of the reasons I love coming home. It’s very grounding.

I love my apartment in New York.

In 1990, when I had just arrived in New York City as a wet-behind-the-ears 20-something girl from Arizona, I spent a year or more working as the personal secretary and secret ghostwriter to an American-born countess in her apartment on the Upper East Side.

Fortunately for me, I’m married to an amazing woman – Nancy Lasseter – who is wise enough not to let me buy every car I want. If I was single, I would be living in a very small apartment and renting a warehouse full of cool cars.

I had my electricity turned off three times because I never had time to pay my bills. It was a joke. I’m making a ton of money, and I’m walking around my apartment with flashlights.

I have this old-man character named Glary Oldman. His apartment was on fire, but he was stubborn about leaving because he didn’t want to leave all his stuff. I have a character called Berle, who lost 19 pounds, and now he’s 600 pounds and very happy about it.

I doubt I’ll ever retire, but if I do, I see myself as the little old Parisian lady pushing her trolley from the supermarket to her apartment. Everyone needs a pipe dream.

My family originally lived in Brooklyn. Our first apartment was a little place above my father and uncle’s hardware store in Coney Island. Now, don’t get the impression that we were surrounded by merry-go-rounds, roller coasters and Ferris wheels. Nope, this was a little side street.

My dad grew up with straight-up no running water. He slept in a twin bed with his two sisters and his mom, like ‘Charlie And The Chocolate Factory’ style: like, feet at the head, feet at the head alternating. And then I think his dad slept on, like, a bed of newspapers on a floor in their apartment.

As soon as I have the script in my hand, I’ll be up in my apartment room pacing up and down learning it because it’s just such a lovely thing to do.

My wife was pregnant, and I was doing the math, and I was realizing that I couldn’t be living in a two-bedroom apartment in Hollywood for the rest of my days. I didn’t want to raise my kid there.

I can remember very clearly sitting in a little room in my apartment going, ‘You know what, Jace? I think it’s time to go back to university.’

The weirdest request I got was for a picture of me naked with nothing on but my cowboy boots. Needless to say, she went home empty-handed. I have, however, on several occasions, strolled around my apartment in nothing but my cowboy boots. There was just no one there to take pictures.

I’ve been acting since second grade, and I just remember when I first moved to New York and I was living in Washington Heights with three other actors in this tiny apartment and busting my butt to get to the subway, walking to, like, five auditions in a day.

I grew up in an apartment that would have made a trailer look really decadent and nice. Pretty much the only dependable thing I had was books.

I was working in cartoons. I could go to Comic-Con, buy the Hal Jordan ring, I could buy animation cels, but at the end of the day, I come back to an empty apartment. I had a life that was only around me, and when I was broken, my world was broken.

Armed police at my apartment doors in 2011 was scary, but the sudden – and not exactly legal – takeover of 48 per cent of VKontakte, that coincided with a fabricated case against myself in April 2013, was more frightening.

My apartment looks like no one lives in it.

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.

Until I have a family or a mortgage, I’m trying to keep my lifestyle simple and my apartment affordable so that I can continue to focus on theater. That’s as good as it gets for me.

The Rock moved in with me at my apartment, and we trained together after that.

I lost an apartment. l became homeless for 11 months and squatted in a building on Sullivan Street in lower Manhattan.

When I moved out, my mom and dad came to help me get settled into my apartment – a place I ultimately got hooked up with in Coach Nelson’s building. We had to figure out how to get all my shoes over here. That was a little stressful.

I wanted stores that would feel like a comfortable room in my apartment, cozy and colorful and different.

Shooting at Coco Chanel’s apartment was an unexpectedly absorbing experience. The essence of Chanel is firmly rooted there in all of her possessions, and I truly believe that her spirit and soul still inhabit the second floor.

I feel when you walk into somebody’s apartment on Fifth Avenue or house in Malibu and you see a Basquiat, a Warhol, a Richard Prince, you say to yourself, ‘$700,000, $2.2 million, $350,000…’ To me that is completely uninteresting. I’d rather go to a house where there’s great art and I have no idea who the work is by.

I put a list together. It was like: Get health insurance, get a car, get a bigger apartment, travel more, get a record deal, get a publishing deal, sell 10,000 units, be a part of a No. 1 album, make a million dollars. I got to check off 90 percent of the stuff last year. I hit some serious landmarks in 2015.

That wasn’t a bad price for a first book. My agent upped it as much as possible. I was 27 and had nothing behind me. I was working like a fool to earn a living and pay for my apartment.

I grew up in Burbank – but not the Burbank of valet parking and TV studios. In the late 1950s, there was a small apartment complex on Elmwood Avenue that rented mostly to families on welfare. I lived there from age 3 to 11 and again from 14 to 18 with my mother, Shirley, and my younger sister, Toni.

I did live in New York. Yeah, I moved to L.A. for ‘Community.’ And I gave up my apartment in New York.

When you own an apartment in NewYork, it’s important to know what’s happening in your building. Each building runs as its own little municipal town. Much like you might be interested in knowing what is happening in your town because it has a direct effect on the value of your property.

My bedroom was my executive office. Buyers came to my apartment and that’s where they saw the collections.

I keep a very cold apartment – I tend to crank my AC just about as low as it can go. I sleep with a big, warm comforter, even during the summer, and just burrow underneath it.

When I got to New York, I had no place to sleep. The pay from ‘Sesame Street’ wasn’t enough to rent an apartment. I was staying on people’s couches. I stayed in the dressing room until they found out. I stayed with Jim Henson and his family for a week, and I wanted to do that permanently. I didn’t dare ask, though.

With apologies to all my past boyfriends, I never loved a man the way I loved my old apartment.

Startups are now creating specialized 3-D printers capable of producing everything from synthetic hamburgers to multi-story apartment buildings.

After school, I got a job in a shop in Hollywood and shared an apartment with a friend. I promptly lost my job and got evicted from my apartment, and that happened several times.

I find myself for whatever reason unable to live in the apartment I renovate and have to sell.

Apartment living is tough action. Just the whole idea that you share a washer and dryer always freaked me out.

I spend so much time in Los Angeles and normally stay at a corporate apartment when shooting ‘Top Chef: Just Desserts,’ but when I have the chance to stay somewhere more luxurious, I love The Montage in Beverly Hills.

My mother gave up everything for me. In Yekaterinburg, she had a job and an apartment in the centre of the city and her whole life. And in Moscow – nothing.

Let’s take Taylor Swift. She lives in a huge beautiful apartment; she gets limo-ed everywhere. She’s not seeing what it means to live in New York.

I can write anywhere that’s quiet. I have a study in my apartment, but I often work in the kitchen of a house that we rent in the country.

Years ago I wanted to buy an apartment in New York City. I was a single female – I had gone through my divorce – I had three children, I was in show business and black. It was, like, impossible.

The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.

Practically every time I speak up at a school conference, a political event, or my apartment building association’s annual meeting, I’m met with a display of someone else’s superior intelligence.

I once spent an entire night in a hotel in New York looking across the way into someone’s apartment where nothing was happening but daily life, a phone call, television watching, staring into the fridge. Seeing how those strangers lived over that small distance and in absolute silence moved me deeply.

I want witchcraft so bad that I can’t stand it. I have wands in my apartment. And I use them sometimes. I walk into the kitchen with my wand, and I come out with something on a platter and I say, ‘See, magic happens.’ Works every time.

In Naples, Fla., I met a self-made man, a multimillionaire, whose round penthouse apartment is home to Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Claude Monet, Henry Moore, and Mickey Mantle. He had purchased the most coveted items auctioned by the Mantle family at Madison Square Garden in December 2003.

I like to do Italian food on Sunday nights. We’ll either go somewhere, and the whole family will go, or we’ll stay in our apartment and watch a movie and enjoy one of the huge perks of living in New York City, which is that you can have anything delivered.

I will always look at my little Paris apartment with fond memories but I am too old to be sleeping on a futon bed!

I don’t work with anyone. I have no editors. I have no directors. There’s no one even holding the camera or anything. It’s just me in my apartment.

I was born in New York City on a cold January night when the water pipes in our apartment froze and burst. Fortunately, my mother was in the hospital rather than at home at the time.

It took a lot to understand that the interest in both writing a story and reading it is not in the objective dangers someone takes. You don’t have to fight snakes or wake up in a strange apartment to have a story; it’s about what goes on inside your mind and soul.

If my British film career was a girl, then I’d been hanging around outside her apartment a little bit too long.

People definitely wait outside my house, hotel, apartment, whatever, asking for hugs or autographs.

When I was in Enschende, beside my apartment there was a field with cows grazing in it. Then, I’m in Milan and discover Fashion Week, the restaurants, the clubs and only beautiful women.

After Hurricane Sandy, my family and I stayed in our apartment in lower Manhattan before things normalized. We’re lucky enough to live on a bit of high ground, so we weren’t flooded… but it was intense. Since there was no light, water, or electricity, I spent a lot of time playing acoustic guitar in the evenings.

When I was younger, we went to Ibiza a lot because my parents bought an apartment there. I feel like that has always stuck with me.

With my hours, I don’t hang out with anybody. I work and come home to my Upper West Side apartment.

I lived in New York for seven years, although I was always in denial about it. Even though I had an apartment there, I always pretended I was just visiting. I do love New York. But I’m a Londoner at heart.

I have a nice apartment now that’s all taken care of. I make my bed every day.

It’s important to have a place where you can recharge. Everybody’s is different, but I do think it should entail quiet because it needs to be where you hear your spirit most clearly. For me, that’s the prayer room in my apartment. And since my home is 700 square feet, I mean the coat closet near the front door.

There were some television sets back in the ’50s, but they were expensive. People would gather at the rich guy’s apartment down the hall to watch Milton Berle on his 10-inch black-and-white screen.

I grew up in the ‘hood around prostitutes, drug dealers, killers, and gangbangers, but I also grew up juxtaposed: On the doorknob outside of our apartment, there was blood from some guy who got shot; but inside, there was National Geographic magazines and encyclopedias and a little library bookshelf situation.

I had a mouse in my apartment and I couldn’t sleep for two nights. I hate mice. They move so fast.

It’s hard to go back to shooting contemporary apartment interiors after you shoot something like ‘Mudbound.’

When we were doing ‘My Three Sons,’ I appeared in the movie ‘The Apartment.’ I played a married businessman who kept a mistress on the side and treated her rather poorly. It was a good movie and a good role, and I thought it would be fun. But you should have seen the letters of protest I got over that.

I lived in the studio apartment that I bought for four years before I bought it in 1989, so I was already in it. I began living there in 1985, so I’ve had the same address and phone number since then.

I grew up in Russia. We had a telephone line, but a load of our neighbours didn’t. It became a shared resource for the whole apartment complex. People would come and knock on the door and ask to call their family in another city.

Anything nerd-wise, I have probably collected it, and it’s displayed in our apartment.

Being on a major label is like living at your friend’s parent’s mansion: It’s a lot nicer than any apartment we could afford, and the fridge is always full of food.

The first time I went to New York, I went with my first boyfriend, Clark. His dad had just bought an apartment in New York, and my dad dropped us off, and we were there for a week on our own. I must have been 15 or 16. I remember I went to Harlem and bought a goose jacket. That was the hip, hot thing.

I remember when I was in ‘Rent,’ Daphne Rubin-Vega threw a party. At the time, she had a loft in TriBeCa, and the elevator opened right into her apartment. I was like, ‘I’ve never seen anything like that.’ I didn’t know it was possible.

The National Multifamily Housing Council, a trade association of apartment owners, managers, developers and lenders, has come to the defense of the interest deduction and other provisions favorable to the real estate industry, describing them as ‘core principles’ and promising a fight.

Such is the miraculous nature of the future of exiles: what is first uttered in the impotence of an overheated apartment becomes the fate of nations.

I’m finally living the way I always thought people in New York were supposed to live. I have a bright, sun-filled lovely apartment on the 24th floor with a view of the river and the city. Most of all, I’m happy.

We had an apartment on west side of Central Park. The rent was very reasonable. We found out later that it belonged to a gangster called Legs Diamond and it was a front to his headquarters. It was fine.

My main residence is Baltimore. I have an apartment in New York, one in San Francisco, and I live in a rental in Provincetown in the summer.

I was very depressed when I was 19… I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

The world I describe is about how people live now. It’s not about zany people with unlimited, inexplicable funds in an apartment somewhere.

So often at home in the West Village, I’m like, ‘Why aren’t I allowed a horse?’ I would keep a horse in a stable in my apartment, and I would fit him with rubber shoes, and we’d just roll him out. If I needed to go to a meeting somewhere, I’d just get on my horse and go across town.

I decided to move out of the apartment I was sharing with my best friend before graduation and move back home. My parents had recently separated, and I wanted to move back home with my mom and my siblings.

I actually covered a fire once at the apartment complex where I was living.

I live in a high-rise apartment building, so I just have two cats. They’re both pound kitties. One of them, Dick, is an evil, foot-biting cat. When I write a tiger morph, I’m always imagining Dick.

We started Airbnb because, like many across the U.S. and in New York, we were struggling to pay our rent and decided to open up our living room to fellow artists coming to town for a design conference. Sharing our apartment allowed us to stay in our home and start our company.

On the last day of my teaching career, I was sitting in my apartment, having a glass of wine, thinking I’m glad I did it, that I had been somehow useful, that I had learned something.

I was such a huge ‘Seinfeld’ fan, and I walked on the set, and I saw Kramer. I walked into Jerry’s apartment, and I was like, ‘Oh my God, this is Jerry’s apartment.’

When I was 23, I was quite possibly the worst real estate agent in New York. I was working for my mother’s agency in Chappaqua, and no one was buying houses. In eight months, I made zero sales. I rented one apartment.

I lost all my investments after everything crashed in 2001. Prior to that, I’d been living off the interest on my investments, which was very healthy because it allowed frequent travel, and I had a lovely apartment.

I’m on my own now. I have my own apartment.

Buying an apartment in New York was beyond my wildest dreams. I had to scrape together every cent to buy it. And I’m so happy I did.

The world of Manhattan is small and tightly knit, and the man on top retains a certain humility. He knows how far and fast he can fall by looking at the guy across the street. The view from the $250,000 apartment covers a lot of ground, most of it condemned.

After seeing ‘Big,’ I wanted an elevator that opened directly into my apartment, just like Tom Hanks did.

We opened Panda Inn on June 8, 1973. The whole family – my parents, a brother and sister – all worked at the restaurant for free. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment in San Gabriel and didn’t have any money.

Personally, my general winter rule is that, if I’m not being paid to leave my apartment, then I’ll be damned if I’m leaving.

I’m basically turning my apartment into an armory.

I left an office at the top of the Pan Am Building, a nine-room apartment, and a farm in Vermont because I was aching inside. It took an analyst to tell me I could write a note of permission to become a musician and sign it.

Don’t hole up in your apartment and just write jokes, be a real human being and develop your own voice. Then you will be undeniable.

When I was 11, I realised that I did not have to live the life my mother had: school, marriage, children, apartment, summer house.

I am alone a lot, which is good. I need that time to just be alone after a long day, just decompress. So, I go to either my house or the hotel, or my apartment, or whatever – wherever I am, I go home and I watch TV and I sit there, with my cat, and I just watch TV or go online, check my emails.

What is the distance between here and there, between now and then, between right and wrong? In Greg Baxter’s pellucid first novel, ‘The Apartment,’ it may be simply the length of a day – but a day in which one travels surprisingly far, literally and figuratively.

When I came to New York and I opened the window of the thirty-fifth-floor apartment, there’s light pollution and fog, and I couldn’t see my star. So I drew it on my wrist with a pen, but it kept washing away. Then I went to a tattoo parlor on Second Avenue and had it done.

I don’t want to live in a small Bronx apartment. I don’t want to have three kids that got to share one room.

I grew up in the GOP sandbox. My dad took me, age 7, to meet Herbert Hoover, in his apartment at the Waldorf Towers. He gave me a silver dollar. Being a young Republican, I spent it on comic books.

I’m a terrible cook. I am not allowed to go in the kitchen anymore after I almost burned down the apartment in New York.

I wrote my first novel in the same conditions as most first novelists – I had a full-time job, I shared an apartment, I had no time – and so I became a compulsive outliner of everything. Ever since then, my process has consisted of trying to forcibly rid myself of that compulsion.

My home is in Chicago, but I have an apartment in Los Angeles.

I grew up all around the Bay, but I spent most of my time in Hayward and I loved it. It was a really big apartment community, there was a whole bunch of kids.

A landlord is showing a couple around an apartment. The husband looks up and says, ‘Wait a minute. This apartment doesn’t have a ceiling.’ The landlord answers, ‘That’s OK. The people upstairs don’t walk around that much.’

And I always was getting fired and quitting jobs, so I was not going to ruin Public Storage, and I was excited about Public Storage because I knew eventually I could be one of those property manager people that had their own apartment on site. So I had these big dreams for Public Storage.

My family collects vintage pinball machines, so I have a few in my apartment.

I’m in college at North Carolina State University. I’m about to start my sophomore year and have an apartment on campus with three buddies I’ve grown up with. I get to be normal when I’m there, and then I tour Thursday through Sunday.

My mother always wanted me to be in the best environment that I could be in. She wanted me to go to the best schools. Every now and again she’d save up enough for us to get a nice apartment in downtown Chicago, but we were never able to sustain it.

I was born in Chicago in 1927, the only child of Morris and Mildred Markowitz, who owned a small grocery store. We lived in a nice apartment, always had enough to eat, and I had my own room. I never was aware of the Great Depression.

The best thing I’ve ever taken from a set is the rug in Owen and Cristina’s apartment on Grey’s Anatomy before they broke up.

When I first started writing, it was me alone with a computer in my apartment. I hated the time away from other people, and my writing sucked. Now I have a laptop; I can do the most tedious part of my job in a public place.

I’ve leased the apartment; my partner is going to come out here. But we’re keeping our house in Chicago because real estate is a really good investment and also because it is just crammed with full of stuff!

I wrote ‘Lakeside View Apartment Suites’ with Roman in my arms. He was about a month old. I was playing left-handed and finally handed him over. On the demo of it, you can hear him crying in the next room.

To see Sridevi making tea in Boney Kapoor’s kitchen was a huge letdown. I won’t forgive him because he brought the angel down from heaven to the kitchen of his apartment.

A nanny is a woman who lives in an apartment, but the apartment is not her own. She raises children, teaches them how to walk, how to speak; she gives them food – but these children are not her children. So she is in a very ambiguous place.

Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.

I was six when the war started. It was terrible. My house was destroyed, so we went to live with my grandparents. The whole family was there, maybe 15 people all staying in an apartment about 35m square. It was very hard.

Our guts can really mislead us. Sometimes, what we think of as our gut is something else, like an outside influence. If you’re going to buy an apartment and it smells of freshly baked bread, you’re more likely to want to buy it.

The bedroom in my apartment is far too small to hold a nightstand. There is, however, this bookshelf. Yes, I stow whatever I’m reading on the lower shelf, but more importantly, it’s where I keep a collection of ghost books.

We host Thanksgiving in my mother’s apartment in New York. I don’t know if you’ve seen many New York apartment kitchens, but they are not known for spaciousness.

I started working when I was seven, and ever since then I’ve been saving for an apartment. Even before that I had a little jam jar designated for my apartment money.

There is something about New York City that in and of itself is so theatrical hat I use to think… I use to feel when I walked out of my apartment on the way to school or anywhere that I was walking out on stage.

I got a call from the Oprah Winfrey Show. Oprah had chosen Spanx as one of her favorite products in 2000. I had boxes of product in my apartment and I had two weeks notice that she was going to say she loved it on TV and I had no shipping department.

I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.

I have this dream where I get chased through a park by Nazis in the Second World War. They finally catch up to me in an apartment somewhere, but I don’t know what happens next.

The most important part of my work on The Orion Building was the creation within the apartments of living space which inspires people and the way they live their lives, whether they have bought a one-bedroom apartment or the penthouse. This building is beautiful to see, sense, and experience.

The real estate agent had to go door-to-door in the apartment building we wanted to rent, asking if it was OK for this interracial family – my mom is white and I was a 1-year-old half-African kid – to live in the apartment building.

I had been looking for a New York apartment, but I said, Why not give LA a go?

This is kind of a uniquely New York experience, but when you can’t afford an apartment nicer than the place you’re renting, there’s something so inherently depressing about it.

If the banks become unreliable lenders, apartment prices will drop dramatically.

I had casually rented an apartment that cost $75 a month because I expected my writing to pay my way.

My apartment is full of antique pieces, but I put everything together like a modern installation.

St. Petersburg, under the czars, had been a grand city. It was a planned city, and it had – there were all these Parisian architects who had been brought in to build the apartment buildings in the center of town.

My connection with Brazil is so abstract. My blood and my way of thinking is Brazilian, but that’s it. I don’t tend to go back to the past, and although I have an apartment there, I rarely visit. When I move, I really move.

Canada is like a loft apartment over a really great party.

I woke up in my apartment one day, about seven years ago and I thought, I’ll do the Knievel rocket jump.’

I see the human body as your soul’s apartment.

I wrote ‘Echo’ a few months after moving out of my sister’s apartment in Atlanta. I was 17 and just finished high school. I didn’t go to prom and didn’t walk the stage. I just dipped.

I adore my apartment in New York. It was a ballroom that I remade, so it’s like a loft but done by Louis the Fifteenth.

For months, I slept at work, even though I had an apartment. I’d fall asleep on the floor at 4:30 A.M. By 7 A.M., I was up and ready to start teaching every class.

One of my favourite movies is Billy Wilder’s ‘The Apartment.’ It’s shot in super wide screen, and it’s beautiful.

My mom and dad got divorced, so it was one of those things where Sundays I’d go to Dad’s apartment, and this was, say, 1970-whatever, and it had a pool table on the top floor in a very traditional kind of divorced-dad apartment building.

It’s easy to feel spurned, especially when you return to your apartment and stare at the hundreds of rejection letters tacked to your bulletin board.

Someone knocks at the door of an apartment to borrow salt or sugar, people run into each other in the elevator, and in this way become inscribed in the spectator’s memory.

When I was 14, my mother died. My father, who had always had ulcers, came apart. He had a series of intestinal operations, and was in the hospital for nearly a year. So the four of us teenagers lived by ourselves in the apartment without a guardian.

I started out by believing God for a newer car than the one I was driving. I started out believing God for a nicer apartment than I had. Then I moved up.

A lot of models say you aren’t a real model unless you’ve lived in a model apartment with six or seven girls.

We see them when they come to New York. They stay at my wife’s apartment. We have quite a correspondence with them at all times. They play a very important role, the authors in the firm, because so much of the material we publish is suggested by them.

I’ve been in love with Washington ever since renting my very first apartment there many years ago while working as a Senate intern.

I’m a freelance writer, and I work alone at a big desk in the living room of my apartment. There are many days when I don’t utter a single word to anyone but my husband.

With the computer and stuff, the difference between a rich guy and a poor guy, to me, is nothing. Because I don’t like big houses, I don’t drive a car, so you know, I just live in a small apartment and I have my computer, which is really cool.

I had just come off my third consecutive failed television series. I had sworn off doing TV for a while. I was going to go to New York, sublet an apartment, and find my soul again. Before I got on the plane, my agent sent me the script for ‘Psych.’ I read it on the plane and realised it had a lot of potential.

I was born in 1943 and raised in the Bronx, in a high rise apartment complex known as Parkchester, the only child of Max, an accountant who worked in the garment district in Manhattan, and Rose, an elementary school teacher.

Trapped’ is the story of a guy stuck in an apartment with no food, no water and no electricity, and of his survival based on his primal instincts.

I’ve found that I snack less and concentrate better when I chew on a plastic stirrer – the kind that you get to stir your to-go coffee. I picked up this habit from my husband, who loves to chew on things. His favorite chew-toy is a plastic pen top, and gnawed pen tops and little bits of plastic litter our apartment.

I remember right after Carter got elected, I was sitting in my apartment in Albany, CA, on a Saturday listening to people call Carter and ask stupid questions while I designed the screen editor.

A tiny apartment might hold three generations of an immigrant family.

I’ve been singing quieter because I live in a thin-walled apartment.

The first thing that I put in my apartment was a piano. I bought one for $50, and it was a lifesaver because I just went home and played and played… I’m sure I annoyed everyone on the same floor.

The thing I like about my body is that it’s strong. I can move furniture around my apartment. I can ride my horse… I can play basketball. It’s a well functioning machine.

If I had a super power, I’d want to be able to fly just so I could float around my apartment. Or I’d really like telekinesis because then you’d be able to slam the door on somebody.

Because of the world we live in, we lock the doors in our house when we go to sleep. If you live in an apartment, if you can, you get a building that has a doorman or security.

I am imprinted with the whole sense of European history, especially German history, going back to World War I, which really destroyed all the old values and culture. My grandparents had been reasonably well-off but they became quite poor, living in an attic apartment.

I’m all about my rugs. I don’t like a lot of color. The apartment isn’t exactly monotone, but it’s full of very soft shades. So, really, the fun is with the carpets.

I want to win as much as anybody. But what am I supposed to do? Go cry in my apartment for the next two weeks?

In my sophomore year of high school, I watched my friend Loretta leave in a U-Haul headed for Oakland. She and her mom had been tenants in a nearby apartment, forced out by rent they couldn’t afford anymore.

After a few months in my parents’ basement, I took an apartment near the state university, where I discovered both crystal methamphetamine and conceptual art. Either one of these things are dangerous, but in combination they have the potential to destroy entire civilizations.

I live in a little studio apartment, so I try to keep the space super clean at all times.

My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It’s in the apartment somewhere.

I get really manic on set, and then to just get myself to a place where I’m alone in my apartment again, it’s like this recalibrating thing that happens.

My apartment reflects my views as an architect. It is minimal, austere. The architecture doesn’t impose itself upon you. The apartment is a stage for other things to take place.

I know it will blow minds, but I plan on finding an apartment in New York. I’ll commute to Ottawa, so I can still be Pierre Trudeau’s wife and the mother of our three children – but I also want to be a working photographer.

I like to encourage people interested in gardening or planting to begin with a simple herb garden. Even if you live in a small apartment, you can have some herb pots.

As of late, I am more of a homebody. I like having people over. You can smoke in the apartment. I’m just not into going out so much. The crowd is getting younger and younger.

When I’m working on a film, I think about how it will play with a tiny audience of friends whose opinions I respect – basically, a 40-bloc radius from my apartment in Manhattan.

I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That’s why I still love to sleep on couches now.

I started studying music at the age of five and a half. My older sister was taking piano lessons. When her teacher left our apartment, I would get up on the piano bench and start picking out the notes that were part of my sister’s lessons.

I lock myself up in the apartment when I am writing a script. There’s no phone, no Wi-Fi, no distractions whatsoever.

I’m based in London now. I’m renting an apartment, making my own little home. It’s great because I am around people all the time and I need my own space to get away from it all.

Home, to me, is where I am and where I feel most comfortable. Obviously, Malaysia is home. In L.A., my home is my apartment because that’s my Malaysia.

I had to figure out how to survive in New York, and most of my time was occupied in getting an apartment and getting money. A lot of older jazz guys looked out for me and found me gigs and places to stay.

You have this fairy tale of ‘life on your own.’ It’s so awesome. Until the apartment floods, or something happens, and your go-to people aren’t there.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say I pretended to be Carrie Bradshaw while I wrote from my apartment.

When I moved to Paris at 16, I held a dinner party in my first apartment and served only red wine, French fries, and mashed potatoes. Unable to cook, I relied on people taking me out.

I’m a planner, an organizer. I write things down because you can visually check them off and see progress. Writing things down is a lost art. I’ve got sticky notes all over my apartment.

I still remember when I was 18 and my life was completely different. I was in my apartment, and I got the call that I got Stiles for this pilot. I was just jumping around with my roommates, freaking out. It’s crazy to think about.

The first thing many tourists see in Hawaii is concrete – a long dreary stretch of it through landscapes dominated by sad, cheap apartment buildings and almost entirely denuded of plant life.

The age of 20 was all about stupid things. I did crazy things but never lost it. I was, you know, a little crazy. I once broke up with my boyfriend in London and went to an Indian guy’s apartment who I didn’t know and who told me he saw my aura and gave me a massage.

‘Avatar’ means so many things to so many different people. When I think of the creation of it, I think of me and Mike at the computer in a little apartment in Burbank.

I grew up near King’s Cross station in London, living in an apartment block where my dad was a caretaker.

I’m a head-shot photographer. I have people come to my apartment, and I take their head shots.

In what was called the second siege of Leningrad, thousands died, but Putin and his partners in crime got rich. Then Putin killed even more Russians when he had the FSB explode bombs in apartment buildings in Moscow in 1999 to give himself the pretext to seize dictatorial powers.

Most people don’t know that I am an accomplished dramatic actor… But I’ve performed in several Shakespeare productions including Hamlet, except in this version, Hamlet lives in an apartment with two women, and has to pretend he’s gay so that the landlord won’t evict him.

About two years into living in Toronto, my apartment burned to the ground. My husband and I ended up living in his grandparents’ attic for a year and a half.

You live in an apartment in New York, and you think all the time about like, ‘I don’t even know who’s living above me.’ There are all these anonymous people in that window or that window or that window, and everybody has their own interesting life that I know nothing about.

I always wanted to be an actor, but I always loved design, and growing up in New Orleans there was such great style, great architecture. I would decorate my little apartment in New York over and over again, because it only had a couple of rooms. And I did it for friends and family on the side just for fun.

I like things clean, and I have a biannual clean-out of my apartment. I throw out raggedy things and things I never wear, and there’s a Goodwill around the corner for anything worthwhile.

I have had the same apartment in New York City for almost 40 years but have actually lived in it for less than half of that time, owing to a busy travel schedule.

As most New Yorkers have done, I have given serious and generous thought to the state of my apartment should I get killed during the day.

I remember reading Dostoevsky’s ‘The Idiot’ in my grandmother’s Moscow apartment and feeling this call to be a better person.

In my first home that I actually purchased, I built this nice little basement apartment, I moved into it, and I rented out the whole house upstairs. That allowed me to live there for free – because that’s all I could afford.

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.

When I first came into money, I bought six or seven homes. One weekend I went to Miami and bought an apartment and a mansion several blocks from each other, which was not that bright!

I’m a bad customer for my own buildings! If I’m choosing an apartment, I choose one about five or six stories high so that I can see the people, the trees, and the world on the street. Beyond that, I lose contact with the ground!

Every apartment I’ve ever lived in has had a space to make, create, and get stuff done within eyesight of my bed.

The best thing about my apartment is that it looks over Oscar de la Renta and all the shops.

Most of my work is, I get an idea, and, with the help of Wikipedia, I can write. I don’t have to leave my apartment.

My advice to young people who want to act is just to do it as much as you can! Find friends who also want to do it and have readings of great plays in your apartment. You don’t have to wait for someone else to tell you that you can do it. You can be getting better on your own all the time.

My experience with music, I’m not going to say extremely negative, but it’s definitely been a grind; it’s been grimy – it hasn’t been a pretty process. It’s left me crying, you know, on the carpet in my tiny apartment with, like, no money. But it’s been worth it, it’s my passion, my dream, it’s what I love to do.

I love to run. When the weather’s bad, I should get on the treadmill in the basement gym of my apartment building, but I lack the motivation.

I am good at down grading – I have found I can live the same lifestyle in a two-bedroom apartment as in a five-bedroom house.

My mom, through my dad, rented the apartment next door to his… he had the lease on both places. But then, she would dress up and act like his maid… a practical maid. No fantasies.

I seemed to belong to three countries: I had an apartment in Paris, a house in Hollywood, and when I married British theater director Peter Hall, I moved to London.

I live in a small apartment. There’s only so much Batman memorabilia a guy can hang on to in New York City.

People in L.A. think I’m insane to go back to Chicago during the winter. It’s because I love my apartment and fleece leggings and my friends.

As a kid, I remember wondering why we lived in an apartment, not in a brownstone, and why we drove an LTD, not a Cadillac. Even now, I’m like that. If I’m on the 5th floor, I will wonder why I’m not on the 6th floor. But that was my drive. I was obsessed with my family having a better life.

On the song ‘Step,’ the chorus is Ezra is singing into my laptop with the laptop microphone, and you can hear the trains going by my apartment, but we liked the quality of that recording.

I’ve lived in the same apartment since seventh grade. It’s in my name now; my mom moved upstate.

I started out in a two-room apartment in Brooklyn and thought, ‘Never again.’

By August of 2003, I had graduated from Rutgers, gone through a stretch of living at my parents’ house, and wound up sharing an apartment with a college friend of mine in Montclair, New Jersey.

The most solitary I ever felt was when I was living in New York. I used to live in Enrico Caruso’s old apartment, and I had a special staircase that took me up to the roof. There was nobody up there.

I live most of the time in New York now. I have an apartment there.

My mother was a doctor, and I grew up with her in a little apartment belonging to my grandmother, because the Soviet Union never saw fit to let our family have its own apartment.

I don’t really put trophies out. I don’t keep trophies around my apartment.

By the end of Fashion Week my apartment is covered with makeup and clothes and shoes. Everything you can think of.

We used to hang out in my studio apartment, play music and dream about being rock stars.

After becoming an engineer, I worked for a year in Faridabad. I was so bored. I used to live in a one-room apartment, and every night I would come back to a frog in my bathroom.

I moved to Los Angeles in January 2004 because a buddy of mine, who I met at a friend’s wedding, said he could get me a room in his apartment for $500 a month. I took it thinking that it would probably only be about six months before I moved back to Chicago, but I fell in love with it.

All my life, I never really felt comfortable anywhere in New York, except maybe in an apartment somewhere.

I’ve got a little vegetable patch in my garden. I moved from a city apartment into a house this year and needed something to do outside football.

I still live in an apartment in Paris with my wife. No, we don’t have a yacht, but we do have a house in Spain; that is my luxury.

In June 2010, I moved out of my apartment and I have been mostly homeless ever since, off and on. I just live in Airbnb apartments and I check in every week in different homes in San Francisco.

I grew up, until age 6, in Chicago. My parents rented their apartment and, at the end of the Depression, my parents wanted to replicate that situation. So, again, we lived in a somewhat suburban setting outside of New York City, and again, they rented.

The Apartment’ was fun, but I enjoy comedy much more, and I feel I do it better.

We bought an apartment building and were going to live off the rent money. We rented to people who were on welfare and a lot of times they couldn’t pay the rent. We wouldn’t throw them out so we lost the building.

If I close my eyes, I can remember the first apartment where I lived with my family in Newark, N.J., in the late 1930s. The rooms were lined up like train cars – you had to go through one to get to another – and there wasn’t any heat or hot water.

People talk about body cleanses like there’s no tomorrow – what about apartment cleanses?

When I think about how I grew up sleeping on a cot in the hallway in a one-bedroom apartment in Flatbush, it’s been a great life. I can’t complain.

The character of Rosie is based on a woman who used to live in the same apartment building I lived in many years ago. She’s taken on a life of her own, of course.

I sat down and collected all of our eleven sales for the past six months and I added them all together and divided by eleven. I then took that average and presented it as the average price for a Manhattan apartment. The media ate it up.

Subletting is great. You get to try on all these different versions of yourself. This apartment was clearly decorated by an artist – there’s a great, big, huge chandelier and red fur rug, and it’s all stuff that I would never, ever, ever buy.

I walk out of my apartment, and St. Vincent’s is standing there like a ghost ship. That was the ground zero of AIDS in New York: a conservative institution that quickly adapted to its unconventional patients and made heroic efforts to try and save them.

I used to know Jennifer Love Hewitt. We lived in the same apartment building when I was about… jeez, I guess it was when I was doing ‘Christmas Vacation’, so I was about 13 or 14.

It has to do – I think – with growing up in an apartment, with my aunt and my cousins right next door to me, with the door open, with neighbors walking in and out, with people yelling at each other all the time.

Life got very good – we went from living in a one-bedroom apartment to a five-bedroom mansion by the time I was in high school. I had everything I wanted growing up, though all I wanted was music stuff – drums, a PC, turntables.

Me, Shinsuke Nakamura, and Lyoto Machida, former UFC Light Heavyweight Champion, all shared a two-bedroom apartment together.

I moved to the city in August of 1980, and someone I thought was a friend had an apartment in this wedding cake of a building, so I slept on her couch for a few days.

I was from very poor people: 11 of us in a two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. I wanted the large houses, the cars, jets, and yacht.

Not far from my apartment, within a stretch of no more than 500 feet, there are two doggie gyms where Gotham’s canines who aren’t getting enough exercise running through the city’s parks, or are neglecting their all-important doggie glutes and abs, can go for a workout. What can I say? This appalls me.

Eventually it just got really crazy. Less and less oxygen in the apartment.

Getting a TV in my bedroom was something that I decided to do five months into the pandemic because I was finally, like, You know what? I might as well make my apartment feel like a hotel room.

I left ‘Spring Awakening,’ and within a month of leaving the show, I came out to my parents and to my friends and broke up with my boyfriend and moved into an apartment of my own and completely changed my life.

I love Domino’s. I hold a regular Domino night in my apartment. I’ll admit that I get a little too serious and I’m quite competitive. I don’t like to lose.

An example of good debt is the debt on the apartment houses I own. That debt is good only as long as there are tenants to pay my mortgages. If tenants stop paying their rent, my good debt turns into bad debt.

I’m influenced by those ’40s, ’50s, and ’60s films: things like ‘The Apartment’ – I was a big fan of Billy Wilder.

An American store is generally a very extensive apartment, handsomely decorated, the roof frequently supported on marble pillars. The owner or clerk is seen seated by his goods, absorbed in the morning paper – probably balancing himself on one leg of his chair, with a spittoon by his side.

My desk is an antique with bookshelves built into the side. I’ve turned the drawer over to hold a keyboard. We live in a 100-year-old house, and I work in an apartment above the carriage house.

Does anybody actually go out in L.A.? When I lived there, I’d just stay in my apartment.

We had a one bedroom, one bathroom, one closet apartment with four girls.

One of my favorite things to do is to play music really loud and dance my butt off in the morning. I’ll do it alone in my apartment. You can’t have a bad day after that.

I generally hate the luxury modern apartment with too many things out of sight and so clean you cannot touch.

My grandmother was an artist and did enameling. She had a little apartment, and in her tiny little kitchen, she had a kiln. We used to sit there when I was six years old and she’d let me choose the colors and bake the pieces and create a necklace, or a ring, or a little piece of art.

I got interested in astronomy at the age of 8 because I was looking at an atlas of the planets in my parents’ apartment in Arlington, where I grew up. I got a telescope at age 10, which is pretty normal, and by the time I was in eighth grade, I had already seen a lot of cheesy sci-fi films.

I lived in a studio apartment until my mid-30s. I don’t have an extravagant lifestyle.

Retirement shouldn’t be making the choice between buying much-needed medication or putting food on the table; making the choice between heating an apartment in the cold winter months or paying rent; making the choice between paying a phone bill or seeing a doctor.

I don’t have ADD, but I only like to pay attention to the things I like to pay attention to, and things like getting a TV and getting the cable working are beyond me, and so I let such things lapse, sometimes for years. This applies to keeping my apartment clean.

Views are overrated; it’s light that counts. I have an apartment in Miami’s South Beach, and I get tired of looking at the ocean. Even that view gets old after a while. Sunlight streaming into a room – it never gets old.

Trapped’ is unique because it focuses on one character who is stuck in an apartment.

‘Sixth Street’ is probably a new chapter for me. All of the songs were written in my apartment where I’m most comfortable, and at that point, I understood who I was and knew what I was feeling about life.

I live in an apartment building built in 1925, and it hasn’t been heavily renovated, so I feel very much connected to that time and what went on in that place.

I become a hermit when I am in Los Angeles and I don’t leave my apartment at all from Monday through Thursday unless I have to and I don’t get much sleep.

There was just no way I could leave this little Martin guitar in my apartment overnight or even in the afternoon, and expect to find it there when I got back.

I was born in Jerusalem in 1939 to a poor family that shared a rented four-room apartment with two additional families and their children.

I ran my own business when I was 19, buying condos and renovating apartment buildings.

I used to live in Chris Rock’s former apartment. I’ve got some junk mail for him if he wants it.

About 25 years ago, I was in an apartment, and next door, they put on the radio, so I struck the wall with my fist, but they did not put the radio down. I took a tool and banged until I made a hole through the wall. It was like a comedy movie.

I live in New York, but I still get the village gossip. My apartment is a crash pad for so many Singaporean cousins and friends.

We lived in a one-bedroom apartment in Northwest D.C. I was essentially raised by a Panamanian man and a Jamaican woman. That’s why I have such a fascination with Jamaican food.

They look outside the windows of their apartment in town and realize they’re not living in a terrace anymore. This is a room full of dreamers who like to go to London for a day.