Quotes About Basement

But, for now, I retreated back down the little hidden staircase into the familiar world of the basement of the Natural History Museum, and to the embrace of the trilobites.

Mommy forgot to warn the new babysitter about the basement.

Love is our basement. Trust is our strength.

Someone's screaming from the basement, who's going away tomorrow; and I'm no particular age. I have no fear.

and I who live in the basement one level down from the world

Once the interlude was over and I was released, I fled the room and, taking the stairs two at a time, found refuge in a dank corner of the basement filled with potatoes and mice. I stayed there until dinner, doing my best to stop crying by staring at the glowing face of my father's wristwatch.

I love to run. When the weather's bad, I should get on the treadmill in the basement gym of my apartment building, but I lack the motivation.

I wrote a best-selling book, and if you don't believe me, you can come into my basement; I'll show you every copy.

Beautiful. Now I have to burrow like a groundhog into Mason's basement to the same room where he summoned those things to take me Downtown. Nothing can possibly go wrong with this plan.

I parked in the basement, then took an elevator to the lobby where I went through a metal detector and gave my name to a guy who looked like he ate a Pontiac for breakfast. Then I took another elevator up to seventeen.

MacRieve had been roaring in his cage in the basement for hours now, […] Let me the bluidy hell out of here! sounded up from below. Regin glared at Lucia, as if this were her fault. He is harshing my buzz, and I am – Regin turned to yell over her shoulder – not interested! Open this fucking cage, you glowing bluidy freak! Gods, he was fierce.

This guy, when I met him he was 47 years old, he'd just come out of a divorce and he was, you know, very desirable. He had every Cosmo cover girl and undercover girl. They were just coming out of his ears. Baking cakes on his doorstep, one in the back door, one on the roof, one waiting in the basement, another in the elevator. So I know I have to keep an eye on him.

Callum's basement had always been off-limits to me, and I wasn't dumb enough to believe the restriction was in place because that was where he hid my Christmas presents.

Bodie's phone rang. Ivy. I knew it was her, the way you know the protagonist of a horror movie really shouldn't go down into that basement. Bodie took the call, then nodded at me to go back inside.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

Most fears are basic: fear of the dark, fear of going down in the basement, fear of weird sounds, fear that somebody is waiting for you in your closet. Those kinds of things stay with you no matter what age.

There are a lot of weird things you might find in your basement or your attic that may have a lot of value.

I lived in a basement duplex on 96th Street on the Upper West Side.

Good place to put things--cellars.

Now that our kids are getting older, they need their space. We dug out the basement so they will have a place to go crazy in the wintertime. My son is already talking about how he's going to make a skateboard ramp. It's just a mosh pit down there, so they can do whatever they want. We're not even going to finish it.

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Once in school, going down to lunch from our third-floor classroom, Valentino Vail had leaned over the banister without warning and loosed a cataract of orange vomit. The stairway was the usual open stack and Valentino's breakfast just dropped forever, three stories down, touching a good number of lives as it rocketed past and hitting the basement tile with a sound zookeepers must hear sometimes, around the elephants.

Of course the other side of this coin is that many men like to cultivate hobbies that give them a chance to get off alone—gardening, stamp collecting, building something in the basement, for example. And that's a cue to let him have his privacy. Just find out whether he wants to share an interest with you or go off like Walter Mitty and have extravagant daydreams in the carrot patch.

The time I learned the most in restaurants was when I was alone in a basement, figuring it out on my own.