Quotes About Ambiance

vitrine. Upstairs his wife runs a vacuum cleaner; he can

This wasn't a house. It was a movie set. The art, the hardwood floors, the rugs, the grand piano, the Italian lighting and furniture

Music inspires me and puts me in the right mood, but to actually listen to it when I write - I find it gets in the way.

Fog and one blue light is all I need in life at the club. Just a dark room and loud music. I'm into that.

Like all right-listening folk, I am an implacable enemy of all muzak.

There are those airports which make you feel better, and there are those airports that, when you go there, your heart sinks: you can't wait to get out of there. They both function as airports, but it's the things that you can't measure that make them different.

In the silence that came between them, a breeze from a ventilator could be heard fingering the blinds.

Four Bigloo Igloos," ordered Chet, when the waitress came over. "But there are only three of you, sir," the waitress protested. "Four sundaes, miss," Chet repeated grandly. "Never fear—we shall dispose of them!" The waitress shrugged and went off. The place was filled with people on their lunch hour, and there was a lively hubbub. A juke box was playing continuously

My kitchen has a wood-burning oven, a large worktable, and windows all around, including one above the sink. I think whoever is washing the dishes needs to have a lot of beauty around.

I've got one of those over-stuffed leather chairs from the Pottery Barn. It faces north. I live in San Francisco, so there's the Golden Gate Bridge off to the left, and there's Alcatraz off to the right, and I've got a pile of pulp fiction next to me, and there's usually a decent bottle of red wine next to the fireplace.

You can find me at three in the morning in my living room with a glass of wine and really bad '90s trip hop beats blaring from my headphones.

The first thing to know about space food - it is the ambiance; it is the environment. It is not the food.

The room is the most important thing about recording.

I want to make theme-setting music, music that sets a theme without being cliche.

We weren't raised Muslim - we were born Muslim. I didn't go to a Muslim school, but it was just the theme song. It was ambient.

Susannah set the table with Provençal cotton linens, the tablecloth pale pumpkin and the napkins printed with faded red and purple flowers, her throat caught. She had wanted to make this meal so special for Sari and Grey. She set out silverware, bright crockery, a Lucite peppermill and a blue container of Fleur-de-Sel de Camargue. She still had Grey's black scallop shells and she arranged them in the center of the table, around a vase of colorful wildflowers.

The unlit chandelier loomed over us, a dim glass jellyfish in the dark reaches of the ceiling. Candles sputtered on the table.

and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.

Strings of chili hung from the rafters, chili to wake them from their dreams, dreams born of scents and rhythms, and the warmth that fell from the sky like the fleeciest blanket.

The crackly, unobtrusive music of the fire was now accompanied by a barely audible chorus of bee-wings emerging from the hives.

Watching him, I thought, not for the first time that night, that maybe it should have felt strange to be with him, here, now. And yet it didn't, at all. That was one of the things about the night. Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn't so much once you passed a certain hour. It was like the dark just evened it all out somehow.

That was one of the things about the night. Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn't so much once you passed a certain hour. It was like the dark just evened it all out somehow.

Perhaps because it was nighttime, when things that might have felt odd in daylight instead seemed just right.

carried the smell of the streets with him.