Quotes About Ambiance

I wanna buy vinyl and I want to listen to records on it. I want to put on 'Dark Side of the Moon' in the dining room while I'm eating pasta or whatever. You know what I mean.

What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

I wanted this album to sound like a big crocheted blanket - to be warm yet to have a lot of space.

I like to dress really warm when I'm making music. I want the air to be really cold so I can wear really big sweatshirts and jackets.

The smells are very strong on 'Game of Thrones': the incense, the fire, the heat of all the burns. The smell of Lancel's Faith Militant cloth is very thick in my nostrils right now. And I think the warmth of it all: the hard work ethics, the ambiance, the temperature of the set. There are so many sensory memories of it, which will never leave me.

I grew up in that world of power and politics in Washington, but when you grow up around it, you are completely unfazed by it.

I'm a big candle guy.

I love candles.

For me, candlelit is the only way to have a dinner. There are always candles at my table. And I like to have Luis Miguel playing in the background.

I'm a great lighter and lover of candles, particularly fragranced ones, as I'm kind of addicted to scent.

I did candles because I wanted a candle to put in my home. I couldn't find one I liked.

To some degree, to control light, I have to have a way to form it, so I use form almost like the stretcher bar of a canvas.

There were no jewelry hidden. Walt wanted this atmosphere: They were supposed to live here, they've been outside somewhere, but they could come back at any minute and catch us.

I collect chairs and lights, which obviously means I want to sit in the light - not surprising for an actor I suppose.

She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound.

It got dark and the rain-clouded lights of the stores were soaked up by the black street.

I got down there about nine, under a hard high October moon that lost itself in the top layers of a beach fog.

Carli's was a small club at the end of a passage between a sporting-goods store and a circulating library. There was a grilled door and a man behind it who had given up trying to look as if it mattered who came in. (Smart-Aleck Kill)

The big man leaned down from his hips and bent his knees a little and breathed in my face. 'What for did you call me Hemingway, pally?' 'There are ladies present.

I went back to my car again and sat and sat. The top dripped on my knees and my stomach burned from the whiskey. No more cars came up the hill. No lights went on in the house before which I was parked. It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.

A thousand white houses built up and down the hills, ten thousand lighted windows and the stars hanging down over them politely, not getting too close, on account of the patrol.

This was more like it, a narrowed cluttered little shop stacked with books from floor to ceiling and four or five browsers taking their time- putting thumb marks on the new jackets. Nobody paid any attention to them.

I went over to a floor lamp and pulled the switch, went back to put off the ceiling light, and went across the room again to the chessboard on a card table under the lamp. There was a problem laid out on the board, a six-mover. I couldn't solve it, like a lot of my problems.

The main hallway looked just the same. The portrait over the mantel had the same hot black eyes and the knight in the stained-glass window still wasn't getting anywhere untying the naked damsel from the tree.