Quotes About Basement

I'm always working on new songs. With the technology these days, any idiot can record on Pro Tools on your laptop. All you have to do is plug a microphone into the input jack and anybody can have their own recording studio. So I'm always down in my basement, singing along to riffs or whoever I'm collaborating with.

I got the whole band set up in the basement and we are jamming.

She kept wandering in and out of the rooms, wondering where she had put things. She went downstairs into the basement for no reason at all except that it amused her to own a basement. It also amused her to own a tree. Her parents, in Maryland, had been very pleased that one of their children had at last been able to afford real estate, and when she closed on the house they sent her flowers with a congratulations card.

There were stairs that led down to the basement, too, but nobody ever went down there. There were dead rats living in the basement.

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There were dead rats living in the basement.

Most recently she's been helping Bing redecorate his basement. I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker

During the war an Italian girl saved my life. She hid me in her basement in Cleveland.

Some courts have said moving an employee to a basement or closet usually amounts to punishment. But others have said this is a decision that should be made case by case. How nice is the basement office? How big is the closet?

I think I have femininity, I have masculinity, but I get to use all of Jeffrey, and that's very powerful. And this is what I always thought when I went down in my little basement in San Francisco, where I grew up, and daydreamed about being an actor: It felt like this. This is what it felt like.

Most fellows learned something about dressing in college. But my fraternity made me stay in the basement whenever we gave a dance.

Dana was lead singer for The Droids, Sweet Valley High's answer to the Rolling Stones. They had a reputation for being pretty wild, but most of it was just conjecture. Not many outsiders knew what went on in the smoky confines of Max Dellon's basement, where they held their practice sessions.

I was a girl from Massapequa, New York. I grew up in Massapequa. I lived in a basement with one window.

one step. Creak. Two steps. Creak! Three. Creeeeeak! I stop on the very bottom stair and look across the basement at the huge and creepy mirror. It's still huge and creepy, but other than that, it looks perfectly fine. "There is not a single crack in the mirror," I say. "We're going back to bed. Now." "I never said it was cracked," Jonah says. "I said it was hissing." He approaches

comes up from the basement. He has a folder in his hands. "I can barely hear myself think." He looks over at the broken lamp. Then at me. Then at Jonah, standing with his arms

To the poet as a basement quilt, but perhaps To some reader a latticework of regrets.

Explorations into chemistry were done in our basement, sometimes with friends, and my parents must have had quite a bit of confidence in my abilities when they allowed me to experiment with explosive mixtures.

In theory, it is illegal to make the basement into a bureaucratic purgatory. In 1994, for instance, Congress prohibited agencies from making significant changes in a whistleblower's 'working conditions' as punishment for speaking out.

The first time you buy a house you see how pretty the paint is and buy it. The second time you look to see if the basement has termites. It's the same with men.

Since she was a scrappy little Hampden girl whose father owned one of those hardware stores where you walk in off the street and say, 'Oh, my God! I'm so sorry! I seem to be in somebody's basement!' Shovels and rakes and wheelbarrows crowded up close together, coils of rope and lengths of chain hanging down from this really low ceiling you could practically bump your head on, and a tabby cat sound asleep on a sack of grass seed.

In the end, I think I wasn't defending anything at all. I'm an editor—an artist—and I like to make connections; I am paid to make connections. And so I wonder. Did I walk down those stairs because I was curious? Because a question had been asked (Who owned the feet that landed on my basement floor?) and I, the editor, wanted to discover the answer?

On the solstice: "The tilting of the earth may very well have stopped at the winter solstice, creaking to a halt and starting back the other way, but I was down in the basement at the time, running a power saw, and didn't hear a thing.

I'm so not interesting in having to try and make something out of foil." What, you didn't like the poncho with wraparound leggings?" It was beyond hideou- wait a minute. You watch that show?" My mom loves it." But your suppose to be sulking in the basement getting ready to light fires." What can I say? I'm a failure as a teenager. I watch TV with my mom.

A large chunk of my free time during high school was spent in my basement playing 'Halo.' That was all I wanted to do. School dances? For the birds. It was Master Chief or bust. And I wouldn't change anything.