I work from the people that interest me, and that I care about, in rooms that I live in and know. I use the people to invent my pictures, and I can work more freely when they are there.
If you properly clean a room, it gets dirtier before it gets cleaner.
I await the hour when a journalist can be driven from the press room for venal practices, as a minister can be unfrocked, or a lawyer disbarred.
I took to my room and let small things evolve slowly.
When I am with my family, then I can just sort of switch off. It's kind of weird, because I go back and I go into this bedroom that I have had since I was a teenager. It is like this parallel universe, because one minute I am on the red carpet and then the next I am hiding out in this room I have had since I was 15.
The strange thing about hotel rooms is that they look familiar and seem familiar and have many of the accoutrements that seem domestic and familiar, but they are really weird, alien and anonymous places.
I always leave room for serendipity and chance.
Two daiquiris withdrew into a corner of a gorgeous room and one told the other a lie.
Care shouldn't start in the emergency room.
I've always wanted to be a guy with a rec room.
The consumer today is the victim of the manufacturer who launches on him a regiment of products for which he must make room in his soul.
I don't like creating software anymore. It's too exact. It's like karate; there's no room for error.
. . . maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.
Sometimes film kills the room to dream.
In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead
We didn't have a TV in the living room and all my friends thought we were kind of weird. When they'd come over, my mom wanted to talk to them about current events.
Love is Stronger. Love and hope are conjoined, if you separate one, you kill the other. If hope survives then love endures. Where even a sliver of love exists, the thinnest of hopes has room to grow.
What happens when it’s 2 a. m. and you’re alone in a hotel room with the devil’s minibar? Minibar – one; Marissa – zero.
I've had rooms that didn't come out to my liking.
Every time I see a certain room to grow, or a new opportunity to advance further, I go out and take it.