I was born and bred in a tiny, low-ceilinged ground-floor apartment.
I live on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I live in a 950-square-foot apartment with one bathroom and two sons.
I had started working in television but it did not pay that much. I was 27, renting this little one-bed flat in Shepherd's Bush, West London, with a bathroom so small only someone of my size could actually get in it.
My parents were ordinary people; we lived in a small apartment.
I live in a small apartment. There's only so much Batman memorabilia a guy can hang on to in New York City.
At West Point, we first lived in Central Apartments in a third-floor walk-up next to the hospital where my father worked. My two younger brothers and I shared one big bedroom, and my parents had a tiny one.
We had a one bedroom, one bathroom, one closet apartment with four girls.
In my 20s, I was a freelance writer with little money and living in a rabbit warren one-and-a-half-bedroom with a roommate.
I started out in a two-room apartment in Brooklyn and thought, 'Never again.'
I don't want to live in a small Bronx apartment. I don't want to have three kids that got to share one room.
