Quotes About Ambiance

The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

the park's so dark by kindlelight. But look what you have in your handself!

She does not answer. In the silence the rain is heard falling.]

The juke and barbecue joints were loud, the doors wide open, the elevated sidewalks inset with tethering rings and littered with paper cups and beer cans, rust-stained where the rain spouts bled across the concrete. ~ James Lee Burke

that palpable odor pumped out through the

and Amora, but this time poolside with Amora's

A lot of the time, if you go into an arena, they're pretty uninspiring. But we try to create an atmosphere.

A person with normal eyesight would have nothing to know in the way of 'Impressionism' unless he were in a blinding light or in the dusk or dark.

There's something so soothing about the hum of Grand Central Station.

I love noir, quite obviously.

Normally when I read, I don't like music playing.

The modern notion of background music is a loud thump, thump, thump. It isn't only conversation it kills but also concentration.

I often work and write in coffee shops, observing the baristas and eavesdropping on interesting conversations.

I have always had an obsession with candles.

The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot.

the space which [books] occupied was itself an expectation.

He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers.

When I write after dark the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose.

I alight at Esplanade in a smell of roasting coffee and creosote and walk up Royal Street. The lower Quarter is the best part. The ironwork on the balconies sags like rotten lace. Little French cottages hide behind high walls. Through deep sweating carriageways one catches glimpses of courtyards gone to jungle.

In your working conditions avoid everyday mediocrity. Semi-relaxation, to a background of insipid sounds, is degrading. On the other hand, accompaniment by an etude or a cacophony of voices can become as significant for work as the perceptible silence of the night. If the latter sharpens the inner ear, the former acts as a touchstone for a diction ample enough to bury even the most wayward sounds.

what would have been a dining room. He wanted around him only things

Proper lighting is everything, Julianna.

There is absolutely no such thing as reading but by a candle. We have tried the affectation of a book at noon-day in gardens, and in sultry arbours, but it was labor thrown away. Those gay motes in the beam come about you, hovering and teasing, like so many coquets, that will have you all to their self, and are jealous of your abstractions. By the midnight taper, the writers digests his meditations. By the same light we must approach to their perusal, if we would catch the flame, the odour.

Decorate your home. It gives the illusion that your life is more interesting than it really is.