I left home the day after I graduated from high school because I knew we weren't going to make any dough to pay the rent in music.
I was an artist - I fancied myself an artist - I sold paintings at bars to pay my rent.
I'd like to be a jellyfish, 'cause jellyfish don't pay rent.
I grew up in New York City during the Depression. My earliest recollections were of my parents talking about what they would do if they didn't have the rent money. Luckily, we were never evicted. But my father was unemployed most of the time.
After graduating from high school, even though I was working, I didn't have enough money to pay rent, so I stayed with my Nana.
AirBnB happened because Brian Chesky couldn't pay his rent, but did have some space.
When I was focusing on theater, I would go on for months without any work and could hardly pay the rent.
My mum raised three kids on her own on sweatshop wages of about six bucks an hour so there was a lot of late rent and landlords knocking on the door.
When I moved to London I couldn't afford to rent anywhere. So I housesat for a friend of my mum and dad's - and had to look after her sickly cat. That was the only way I could survive on a meagre intern wage.
My definition of an artist is anyone who's ahead of his time and behind on his rent.
I feel quite sad for the young musicians coming up because they may never get to pay their rent properly. It doesn't matter what the genre; nowadays, it's so much harder than it ever was.
The reason I couldn't pay my rent was because I was one of the worst drinkers you'd ever seen in your life.
I got three letters today telling me that I'm god. Why can't I pay the rent?
It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy. It is not, however, the prerogative of freelance consultants who are late on their rent, so instead of saying something smart, I told the woman on the phone, "Yes, ma'am. How can I help you today?
It's funny, I remember doing the Johnny Carson show, and, uh, I couldn't afford my rent.
