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As I relax on the sofa a thought hits me, this is exactly the place I've been looking for forever ... I can barely believe that it actually exists
What a house - nothin' but rooms!
The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
Romantic couples. Each room has its own flavor, its own feel.
I fell in love with the darkroom, and that was part of being a photographer at the time. The darkroom was unbelievably sexy. I would spend all night in the darkroom.
Pleasure's couch is virtue's grave.
Incredible how small a
room seems when you're sharing it with a naked person.
A parcel of country boobies
That's my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that's where my home is.
There was no place more solitary than a dark room, with its murky light and fetid closeness.
I took to the Bodleian library as to a lover and ... would sit long hours in Bodley's arms to emerge, blinking and dazed with the small and feel of all those books.
My studio, nicknamed 'Funny Farm,' is in a hidden location. It's very private. Not only do I create my photography there, but it is also where I write my books and create music.
My bedroom is my sanctuary. It's like a refuge, and it's where I do a fair amount of designing - at least conceptually, if not literally.
What is a cozy home? Where you enter and you feel the radiance of your divine self.
I prepare my portrait for my woman to hang on a wall when I die.
she says: Is there a wall to hang it on?
I say: We'll build a room for it. Where? In any house.
into my tightest place
For whom is the Funhouse a house?
like a small room. Like a
Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.
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.
A bedroom is not necessary for me to demonstrate my womanliness!
They called it The Lullaby Room.
Be it ever so decadent, there's no place like home.
Home, home - a few small rooms, stiflingly over-inhabited by a man, by a periodically teeming woman, by rabble of boys and girls of all ages. No air, no space; an understerilized prison; darkness, disease and smells.
A room without boooks like a body without soul
What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their finding-places in a woman's dressing-gown, when she is alone in her room at night!
The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery
bedroom. I love this house. My mom
Man survives earthquakes, epidemics, the horrors of disease, and agonies of the soul, but all the time his most tormenting tragedy has been, is, and will always be, the tragedy of the bedroom.
It was the room where they
Sacred space in which
To distil, like amber,
The best of your love.
I have a room whereinto no one enters
Save I myself alone:
There sits a blessed memory on a throne,
There my life centres.
Is where you live. This is where you sleep. This is where you feel the most privacy in your whole entire life. This is more than just a room.
It is strange how a man believes he can think better in a special place. I have such a place, have always had it, but I know it isn't thinking I do there, but feeling and experiencing and remembering. It's a safety place. Everyone must have one, although I never heard a man tell of it.
Every house, to be a true home, needs a mistress.
Pleasure is an attitude, not a person or place. - Diary 6, pg. 52
The closet is a closet, but it's also a rocket or a tree house. Your mind is a palace, as long as you go in the right rooms.
The Bar Room has a corner table placed strategically at a point diagonally across from the entrance. the table of tables in the setting of settings in the building of buildings. In the religion of lunch, this is the holy of holies.
THE REPTILE ROOM
I have a room dedicated to music and recording. I go there first thing in the morning and just before I go to bed. And it has a window to my street, so I can watch all the crazies walking by.
There are no chairs or tables in my tiny room. Vera says that only savages sit down. Only a prone position is beautiful and becoming to the body. She has spread carpets on mattresses along the walls and scattered pillows over them...
("Thirty-Three Abominations")
In the basement of Sydney's new house is a little room that is about the size and shape of a coffin.
Home. It's wherever I'm with you.
Places I Would Rather Be, Edition 1821
By Lady Olivia Bevelstoke
France
With Miranda
With Miranda in France
In bed with a cup of chocolate and a newspaper
Anywhere with a cup of chocolate and a newspaper
Anywhere with either with a cup of chocolate or a newspaper
What kind of motel sells condoms?"
"My favorite kind of motel?
Cottage is the palace of humble man!
I work in our living room, a strange room in a strange, topsy-turvy house. I work underneath this enormous bookshelf.
A troubadour to a distant mistress.
This room is the strangest thing Melanie has ever seen. Of course, she's starting to realise that she hasn't seen all that much, but there are more things here of more baffling variety than she would have thought the whole world could hold.
This place's a festering whore's crotch. Do I own it?
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known
Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
I finally realized that this 'place' that I kept bursting into [on a psychedelic experience] was somebody's idea of a playpen.
My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.
A mistress should be like a little country retreat near the town, not to dwell in constantly, but only for a night and away.
The only place I've ever felt at home. She made my house a home, she's home.
It was the room of a woman without taste or moderation, who refused nothing and surrendered nothing, to whom the fact of possession had become the one steadfast reality in a world of loss and change.
Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
My room was a real way of expressing myself. It was like a little nest that I could settle into.
Nothing is more incendiary to an ill-advised, unanticipated tryst than to be enclosed in a darkened, plush-upholstered, moving chamber. Privacy, Intimacy, Darkness, Transience: the Four Whorsemen of the Apocalypse.
Living room by a curtain of colored beads. The room's furnishings consisted of a table, an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus,
It is a discreetly sensual act of disclosure, showing their pieces together in public. And assembling these lacquers also records their assignations: the collection records their love-affair, their own secret history of touch.
When I'm home, I like a cozy, comfortable, calming space.
the bed, narrow apple-green draperies at
Let's see ... ah, yes, this is nice and cozy. It was a broom cupboard.
What a place for him who intends to pass an examination, to write a book, or who wants the crumples got by crushing together too long with his fellows to be smoothed out of his soul.
With a pansy for the pussy in the corner.
A mysterious and marvelous confectionary utopia, a colorful interior world filled with wonder and sweet marvel. Most of the actors hadn't seen the Chocolate Room prior to filming, and even my brief peek didn't prepare me for the sheer magnitude of this set.
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.
It's not the rooms, it's the life you live in them
Oh, I am just that fabulous. So sex furniture.
There is no place more delightful than home.
the cottage lights
The worst part about her new chambers was that all these wardrobes and vanities and drapes meant there was no space--none at all--for a bookcase. Who on earth could feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room with no books?
For where else, if not in the home, can we let our imagination wander?
It was a room-shaped room with furniture-shaped furniture, and dainty curtains.
The hotel I'm in has a lovely closet. A nail.
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.
The book and I secret ourselves
Behind the paneled door.
We merge our thoughts in retrospect
Of ancient mystic lore.
We spend a pleasant quiet hour,
Nor know it passed us by ...
The easy chair, the shaded lamp,
A well-loved book and I.
I love the world that is my room.
How I wasted them, those rooms, that freedom from being seen. Rented
cloak of secrecy: the private asylums and single-lodging establishments, both
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.
Oh, I'm sure. Bedroom, Cowboy.
one of the lounge chairs. Serena
In her own headspace
My home ... It is my retreat and resting place from wars, I try to keep this corner as a haven against the tempest outside, as I do another corner in my soul.
I scarcely know how to describe that room. It became, in a way, every room I had ever been in and every room I find myself in hereafter will remind me of Giovanni's room.
the living room where Dorothy was seated
Blessed books - they're a place to be alone, and no one else can come in.
It's an awful snug place for orgies." "What orgies?" "I dono. But robbers always have orgies, and of course we've got to have them, too.
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.
To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is pleasure beyond compare.
The room was full of magical objects, animals, photographs, paintings, strange looking plants and many flying books. I only found this room a few days ago and it seems that it keeps changing every time I come.
Why can't I be admitted to the ... bosom of the operation?" I leaned toward him but almost started to laugh because "bosom" was such a funny word and my innuendo was more Tina Fey than Angelina Jolie.
The piano bar is the gateway to the halls of masturbation.
Domestic interior design is a fraught affair. It makes me hanker for the mild and soothing and tasteless red velvet interiors in which people lived so undiscriminatingly no more than twenty years ago. It was unhygienic, dark, cool, probably stuffed full of dangerous bacteria, and pleasant.
My best office is my bed.
A letter today from a Mrs Gladys Freeman, 45 Sebastopol Terrace, Blackpool. 'Sir, reference the room you had here during the party conference season. Well, we know what it is. We know who done it. But for heaven's sake tell us where it is!