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.
