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.
