Reality is when you pay the rent. Get caught in traffic or your car breaks down. Really it's an AMFM sort of thing. You've got reality and then there's the miraculous and the transcendent. And once you start, time stops.
All I ever wanted to do was be able to pay my rent.
I was discriminated against because I was Jewish, Italian, black and Puerto Rican. But maybe the worst prejudice I experienced was against the poor. I grew up on welfare and often had to move in the middle of the night because we couldn't pay the rent.
My luck at the gambling table was varied; sometimes I was fifty to a hundred dollars ahead, and at other times I had to borrow money from my fellow workmen to settle my room rent and pay for my meals.
I have been breaking silence these twenty-three years and have hardly made a rent in it.
Rent' was my first professional job, ever.
My landlord lives in the flat at the bottom of the stairs. I rent a studio flat from him, and live at the top of the staircase. There are two more flights of stairs and four more flats, but it’s me he is obsessed with.
My first church had seven members in it, and I have to remember, the rent was $225 a month and I worked for Union Carbide and took the check I made from work to pay for the rent to keep the church open.
Many blue-collar families struggling to pay rent would be happy to skip paying optional union dues.
A gardener who cultivates his own garden with his own hands, unites in his own person the three different characters, of landlord, farmer, and labourer. His produce, therefore, should pay him the rent of the first, the profit of the second, and the wages of the third.
I mean, Cheers [from the Star Wars] was just a job while we were doing it. All of us were really only hustling to pay the rent, weren't we.
There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays.
If you're an artist or someone creative, it's all about cheap rent and not having to work for a living. That's what it's always been about. Unless you're a trust-funder or you somehow score a great part-time job or you work for another artist, you're going to go where you can afford to live.
My dad was rubbish at all other aspects of his financial life, but he's pretty good at paying the rent.
I pretty much ignored politics all through my 20′s and 30′s. . . I had other things on my mind. . . the band, finding a meaningful relationship, getting enough money to eat and pay the rent.
Hee will spend a whole yeares rent at one meales meate.
I drove a taxi at night during my last year at BU and then for another 18 months after graduating in order to buy cameras and pay the rent while I tried to figure out for myself how to freelance.
By the time you are in your thirties, most of the time, you've got a job, you can pay for your rent, you can create this nice world around you. And still, you're only in your thirties - you're not that far away from your twenties, which is when you're making all of your stupid mistakes.
There is nothing you can buy, achieve, own, or rent that can fill up that hunger inside for a sense of fulfillment and wonder.
I own a home in Sweden, I rent in both Los Angeles and in Britain, and I'm constantly travelling.