I'm kind of getting over the whole Manhattan life. I'm from Vancouver, and that means mountains and a lot of space.
I'm writing a book, and there's not even space for a desk in our home. So I spent my hard-earned book money and rented the small apartment downstairs from us.
There is not room to swing a cat.
Tatia: I think its too big to fit
At Ferrari they didn't give me the space, and at Honda I had the space but I didn't have the machinery.
I had no place to put anything. I would give my sculpture away because I had no place to put it.
I keep everything fans give me, if I can, but I do worry about when I run out of room in my house!
There's no room to Rhumba in a sports car.
Can it be that even as one grows to fit the space one lives in, one cannot grow until there's space to grow?
You can write a little and can draw a little, but there's necessarily a limitation on both in a comic strip, since it appears in such a tiny space.
It was amazing how many books one could fit into a room, assuming one didn't want to move around very much.
If I don't have room for an item, I put it in warehouses.
I've never had a treehouse because I live in New York City. It would be a little bit hard to fit a treehouse in a New York City apartment.
I long ago ran out of bookshelf space and so, like a museum with its art, simply rotate my books from the boxes to the shelves and back again.
