She is INSANE," I scream, standing in the middle of Marshall's living room. "Of course, she's insane. That would be your genealogy by the way.
He was an introverted kid, so I didn’t send him to his room as punishment. No, I took him to a party.
An empty room holds nothing but memories. At least it would, if I didn’t just finish packing up the last of the sadness.
I saw her standing across the room, and I thought, “Wow! Who is that sexy woman she’s standing next to?
I want a house with a garage, so someone from the government won’t try to park a tank in my living room.
I’m not a bicycle. Don’t try to ride me and leave me in the garage. I’m a treadmill. Walk on me and leave me in a guest room.
There's no room for anything but joy and fear, and joy ruled the house. Fear lived in the shack out back!
When a small night-lamp alone illuminated our love-making, it became a very small, circular room which silently passed through nights humming with stars.
Either that’s your mobile buzzing in your room, or there’re sex toys you haven’t told us about having a party in there without you.” ~ Josh Larsen
Belonging to a place isn't nearly as necessary as belonging to people you love and who love you and need you.
You'll never reach perfection because there's always room for improvement. Yet get along the way to perfection, you'll learn to get better.
You turn me on from across the room, and I’ll completely melt if you come any closer.
The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.
For years I dreamed of having the sort of massive oak slab that would dominate a room...
I have opened all the doors in my head. I have opened all the pores in my body. But only the tide rolls in.
Private moments held not a candle to coitus, not even the expensive kind of candle that made the whole room smell of far off seasons.
It’s easier to drink my hot coffee when I’m lying in it, naked, in my bathtub. There’s room enough for two, if you’re thirsty for my loving.
I want to create vagina-scented scratch and sniff stickers. You know, for lovers. They’d be dispensed in vending machines in YMCA locker rooms.
In January 1962, when I was the author of one and a half unperformed plays, I attended a student production of 'The Birthday Party' at the Victoria Rooms in Bristol. Just before it began, I realised that Harold Pinter was sitting in front of me.
For me, the best places to write are on planes, trains and at airports. Not hotel rooms but hotel lobbies. I'm really happy when I'm waiting for a plane and the message comes that it's three hours late. Great, I'll get to write!
My first day at MGM they decided to bring this lion out, male, and it was not the best time for him to see me. All of a sudden he thought I was in heat and this lion went into the dressing room, which was just a trailer on the sound stage, and went c...
