I sold my house this week. I got a pretty good price for it, but it made my landlord mad as hell
But Jude,' she would say, 'you knew me. All those days and years, Jude, you knew me. My ways and my hands and how my stomach folded and how we tried to get Mickey to nurse and how about that time when the landlord said. . . but you said. . . and I cried, Jude. You knew me and had listened to the things I said in the night, and heard me in the bathroom and laughed at my raggedy girdle and I laughed too because I knew you too, Jude. So how could you leave me when you knew me?
Why does Mosley always speak as though he were a feudal landlord abusing tenants who are in arrears with their rent ?
As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.
God is the great janitor of the universe. Why things don't work is that we have a janitor in charge, and we keep looking for the landlord.
If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost.
Daylight is nobody's friend. God comes in like a landlord and flashes on his brassy lamp.
God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil.
The thing about that singles apartment is you never had to clean it up. . . until the day you got the security deposit back. You're arguing with the landlord. . . 'No sir, the back door was missing when we moved in here! The pizzas were always on the ceiling!'
I know we can't have a great architecture while it is only for the landlord.
The man of genius, like a dog with a bone, or the slave who has swallowed a diamond, or a patient with the gravel, sits afar and retired, off the road, hangs out no sign of refreshment for man and beast, but says, by all possible hints and signs, I wish to be alone,--good-by,--fare-well. But the Landlord can afford to live without privacy.
Life is a lease and God is the landlord.
This sort of thing has got to be stopped. Bad philosophers are like slum landlords. It's my job to put them out of business.
You can't pay a landlord in dogma.
The best job that was ever offered to me was to become a landlord in a brothel. In my opinion it's the perfect milieu for an artist to work in.
No sooner is the exploitation of the labourer by the manufacturer, so far, at an end, that he receives his wages in cash, than he is set upon by the other portions of the bourgeoisie, the landlord, the shopkeeper, the pawnbroker, etc.
In a tavern everybody puts on airs except the landlord.
