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For there's sweeter rest
On a truelove's breast
Than any other where.
Let's find someplace where there aren't any dead people, insects, or rodents. For that matter, someplace that's big enough to accommodate both of us without crimping any internal organs. (Shahara)
Picky, picky, picky. (Syn)
Some people dream of having a big swimming pool. With me, it's closets
I have a few cavities. I don't like to call them cavities, though - I like to call them 'places to put stuff'. 'Do you know where I can store a pea' 'Yes, I have some locations available.'
In business, I look for economic castles protected by unbreachable 'moats'.
Means. And her small, chic penthouse apartment
I like semi-torn-down places where I could get nestled in and get something done without anyone bothering me.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended.
Paris Hilton's house was pretty exciting.
Oh, the places you will go.
With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.
the basement. Katz
These places are time machines, spaceships, story-makers, secret-keepers. They are dragon-tamers, dream-catchers, fact-finders, and safe places. They are full of infinite possibilities and tales worth taking home.
The manager frowned, as if the middle Baudelaire had given him the wrong answer.
That's the rooftop bathing salon," he said. "People who sunbathe aren't usually interested in library science, so they're not picky about the salon's location. Now get moving!
books, teapots, thunderstorms, bridges, street musicians, coming attractions
sweeping out of shops, and the
My Becca's home.
We admire the castles, because we admire the security!
There are places one comes home to that one has never been to ...
Let's build a town where
I carved out little spaces within my heart; little, lovely mausoleums where I could lock each and every one of them inside, keep the memories safe and close to me forever.
( ... )where tourists and people from the city came in search of sand, sun and expensive forms of boredome.
Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
A country without bordellos is like a house without bathrooms.
Waterfront little shanties like this one had
A madhouse of frenzied moneymaking and frenzied pleasure-seeking, with none of the corners chipped off. It is beautifully situatedand the air reminds one curiously of Edinburgh.
It's like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world.
I love zoo sanctuaries.
Figurines and souvenirs and kickshaws and mementos and gewgaws and bric-a-brac, everything either useless to begin with or ornamented so as to disguise its use; acres of luxuries, acres of excrement.
A girl's boudoir was sacred!
somewhere in the mountains with two
Where there is life.
London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.
Monuments of historic achievement
So, how'd you know about this place?"
"One of my buddies is from Baltimore area - I texted him."
"Saying what? 'Hey dude, know any secluded places?' He probably thinks you're a serial killer."
"I think I said 'romantic and private'.
recreation, was already talking
Once long ago beneath the stars, Above the rented rooms and bars.
the front door of our apartment,
They are specific places I have discovered here and there when I am on the road to take photos. I go especially to take photos.
The ocean and I have many pebbles To find and wash off and roll into shape.
And of storehouses and of freight-trains - destruction
to live on Pierson Street, just two blocks north of
Somewhere to take shelter from the elements but not the storms of life.
There are noble mausoleums rooted for centuries in retired glades of parks among the growing timber and the fern, which perhaps hold fewer noble secrets than walk abroad among men, shut up in the breast of Mr. Tulkinghorn.
They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.
Above all others I pity the homeless: where can they go to masturbate?
On the balcony of our small flat in a city of small flats.
I have a dress-up chest at home. I love to create this fantasy kind of thing.
Mansions were forming like jewels in my bloodstream.
The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colours, and hair bobbed in strange new ways ...
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.
There's something very enticing about an empty bench under a tree. And if it's facing a river, that's the bench for me.
99.99% of all castles in America are located in fish tanks.
Everyone's chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.
Sarcasm: what they have in New York instead of jacuzzis.
The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console as.
London, dirty little pool of life
A beach house isn't just real estate. It's a state of mind.
A woman's posterior is the key to my heart.
Heaven. The biggest waste of our time we ever invented, outside jigsaws.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
A bird may love a fish but where would they build a home together?
We all need a place where we feel safe. A secret place that we like to think is ours.
I know some lonely houses off the road
A robber'd like the look of,
Wooden barred,
And windows hanging low
preferably left buried in
In Birmingham, the women are maintained, the men are greedily lustful, and the children are named after high-end automobiles. You are just as likely to run into a Bentley, Mercedes, Porsche, and Lexus walking on the sidewalk as you are cruising the downtown streets.
Away with the flat of herFlat-- Jojo Moyes
the base of the cliff. All
the cottage lights
They were where he went when he couldn't deal with the real world, which was a lot.
our cabin in the woods in Clare.
I got mad love for hot tubs.
Bu is a word that cools many a warm impulse, stifles many a kindly thought, puts a dead stop to many a brotherly deed. No one would ever love his neighbor as himself if he listened to all the Buts that could be said.
He sits in his tomb up top of the Newport hotel. It contains a crunchy armchair, a floppy bed, several arrogant spiders, a mattress with stains the shapes of planets and an existential crisis. But he wouldn't want to sound too French about it.
The buildings of the great city of Placeholder sprawled either side of the dark crack of the river like boils on buttocks. There
Places ain't home. People is. Bricks and chairs is nothing.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
As you go along, you literally collect places. I'm fed up with going to places; I shan't go to anymore.
After the White House what is there to do but drink?
Home. It's wherever I'm with you.
Infinite riches in a little room.
Last time I was in London, I visited Number 5, Bruton Street, which is the address I gave to Violet Bridgerton, the matriarch of the Bridgerton clan in my novels. It was a bit disconcerting to learn that it's actually a pub.
We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies, and the sand out of our belongings.
There are places I cannot visit. Places of unbearable sadness, grief, mourning. They say places are made by people. I say places are defined by the memories they conjure - the lunge of a curse, a shared and shattered history, a loved one drowned and lost in the ocean of forgetting.
Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.
Build castles, don't dig graves.
Cathedrals, luxury liners laden with souls, Holding to the east their hulls of stone.
I typically enjoy a beautiful beach destination, as I find the water and sand to be the most replenishing.
Joe's Morgue. You stab 'em, we bag 'em.
Firelit rooms lined with books - these are the places in which important things happen.
Palace of Crystal
Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt. The wife of Candaules becomes the wife of Gyges. Libraries burn.
Anywhere I hang my heart is home ... it's just the closet that keeps moving.
Galleries, and they're all the same, and rightly so, they sell work.
Just the whole concept of burlesque, I've always been fascinated with it. I've always collected so many books about burlesque.
Spaces I love to do - the uglier the better - tend to be really old, dated basements - especially from the '60s to the '80s. I love those.
Mornings in the kitchen, afternoons in the counseling room, evenings out combing streets of half-lamplight: Hermann Park, Montrose, Sunnyside, Hiram Clarke, the Fifth Ward.
Worlds need those pockets, the urban closets that hide the skeletons of a modern society.
Bouncing in the club where the heat is on,
All night on the beach till the break of dawn
My flat is a bit like an oriental bazaar. It's filled with the oddest objects from all my travels, and you can't really move in it. I love collecting antiques and often spend weekends driving around bric-a-brac markets.