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.