{"quotes":[{"text":"I check every can of Barbasol I buy for dinosaur embryos. I haven't found any yet, as evidenced by the lack of T-Rex screams in my apartment.","author":"Ryan Lilly","tags":["apartment","barbasol","dinosaur","dinosaurs","embryo","embryology","embryonic","embryonic-stem-cell-research","funny","humorous","jurassic","jurassic-park","shave-cream","shaving","shaving-cream","shaving-humor","t-rex","trex"],"id":31571,"author_id":"Ryan+Lilly"},{"text":"The passenger liner Ossifar Distana was one of the most luxurious of its kind in space anywhere. It ferried the cream of society across the void in opulence and style. Only the wealthiest could afford an apartment on this ship for a trip of any duration, even a short one around the proverbial block. Even the crew was obliged to pay rent.","author":"Christina Engela","tags":["an","and","any","anywhere","apartment","block","duration","in","obliged","of","one","proverbial","rent","society","space","style","the","was"],"id":38154,"author_id":"Christina+Engela"},{"text":"This was his first trip on the Ossifar Distana, his first real splash in life. Look what it got him. Mister Smiff liked anonymity. He kept a low profile, often traveling under assumed names, claiming to be anything from a banker to a (very) successful life insurance salesman. He’d never broken the law, at least not irreparably. He was quite generous, well liked, sponsoring many charities anonymously – which is why it was so surprising to find him floating face down in the private spa in his apartment, murdered. He had been murdered, unless it was a freak shaving accident. Those old razors weren’t called cut-throats for nothing. Yikes.","author":"Christina Engela","tags":["accident","anonymity","anonymously","apartment","charities","claiming","distana","for","freak","generous","he-d","him","in","irreparably","it","law","life","liked","look","murdered","names","never","not","nothing","often","old","ossifar","profile","razors","salesman","so","successful","surprising","the","this","to","traveling","unless","very","well","what","yikes"],"id":40758,"author_id":"Christina+Engela"},{"text":"She loved old things. The brown-brick place was a survivor of the 1907 earthquake and fire, and proudly bore a plaque from the historical society. The building had a haunted history- it was the site of a crime of passion- but Tess didn't mind. She'd never been superstitious.The apartment was filled with items she'd collected through the years, simply because she liked them or was intrigued by them. There was a balance between heirloom and kitsch. The common thread seemed to be that each object had a story, like a pottery jug with a bas-relief love story told in pictures, in which she'd found a note reading, 'Long may we run. -Gilbert.' Or the antique clock on the living room wall, each of its carved figures modeled after one of the clockmaker's twelve children. She favored the unusual, so long as it appeared to have been treasured by someone, once upon a time. Her mail spilled from an antique box containing a pigeon-racing counter with a brass plate engraved from a father to a son. She hung her huge handbag on a wrought iron finial from a town library that had burned and been rebuilt in a matter of weeks by an entire community.Other people's treasures captivated her. They always had, steeped in hidden history, bearing the nicks and gouges and fingerprints of previous owners. She'd probably developed the affinity from spending so much of her childhood in her grandmother's antique shop.","author":"Susan Wiggs","tags":["antiques","apartment","heirlooms","history","kitsch","tess-delaney","unusual"],"id":89147,"author_id":"Susan+Wiggs"},{"text":"My apartment reflects my views as an architect. It is minimal, austere. The architecture doesn't impose itself upon you. The apartment is a stage for other things to take place.","author":"Bernard Tschumi","tags":["you","place","apartment "],"id":113212,"author_id":"Bernard+Tschumi"},{"text":"Speaking of banging, when’s McSailor getting home?” Kirsten’s smirk was the size of Texas.Sophie had to smile. “Crude. You’re crude, roomie.","author":"Jennifer Lane","tags":["apartment","crime","grant-madsen","parole","prison","romance","romantic-suspense","roommates","sophie-taylor","the-conduct-series"],"id":115592,"author_id":"Jennifer+Lane"},{"text":"There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.","author":"Kami Garcia","tags":["apartment","beautiful-creatures","beautiful-darkness","closeness","distance","far","sitting","size","stars","world"],"id":130796,"author_id":"Kami+Garcia"},{"text":"The TSA liked having fresh agents on the job. Fresh agents with a clear mind and steady hand. Time travel wasn’t for the faint of heart. The pay was good though, but as Scrooby had decided long ago, that even if he didn’t get paid for it, the thrill alone was payment enough. Then again, the TSA realized they couldn’t afford to have disgruntled employees with too much time on their hands and the power of the gods at their fingertips, so the pay was very, very good. Debriefing was routine. And how he hated routine! His supervisor was a senior agent called Guy Krummeck, a rather drab character who liked his shiny silver suits almost as much as he liked to go over every little detail at least three times. Minimum. This time everything went right, so it went quick. Twenty minutes later, tired, he clocked out and went home to his small apartment. Tomorrow, after all, was another day again.","author":"Christina Engela","tags":["again","ago","all","alone","and","apartment","as","at","but","clocked","enough","even","everything","faint","fingertips","good","guy","have","heart","his","it","job","krummeck","later","least","liked","minimum","much","of","out","pay","power","quick","right","routine","steady","supervisor","that","the","though","thrill","time","times","tired","to","tomorrow","too","twenty","very","was","who"],"id":149979,"author_id":"Christina+Engela"},{"text":"I'm like my cat. I run around in circles in my apartment, because the big bad outside is just too big. And scary. And outside. How do stray cats deal with all the stress of having no protection from all the air that’s going on around there, without anyone to guide and control it into timidity?","author":"Will Advise","tags":["air","apartment","around","big","cat","cats","circles","control","guidance","guide","guiding","large","meek","meekness","meow","mind-control","nothing","outside","protection","running","stress","timid","timidity"],"id":197448,"author_id":"Will+Advise"},{"text":"So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault.I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["apartment","bones","break-up","broken","cold","day","drinking","drunk","empty","every-day","flowers","green","growing","healing","health","heart","hours","inspiration","inspiring","life","losing","lost","love","miles","new-beginning","new-day","new-life","new-start","night","night-sky","return","running","sad","seasons","shower","sky","spring","strong","stronger","tears","the-glass-child","this-year","tumblr-writer","unfolds","week","weight","whisky","winter","youth"],"id":225642,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":20,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}