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.
