A Quote by Cary Fukunaga

The apartments are made for eels. — © Cary Fukunaga
The apartments are made for eels.

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I have caught eels from Loch Ness, as we did a River Monsters episode which started off there. They weren't very big - just 18 inches. I'm sure there may be bigger eels, but you're only talking about 10lbs.
Poor families are living above their means, in apartments they cannot afford. The thing is, those apartments are already at the bottom of the market.
Painting isn't made for the decoration of apartments; it is a weapon to be used offensively and defensively against the enemy.
I moved to L.A., and I lived in the Oakland Apartments, which is this notorious hub for actor children and their stage moms. For the first few years that I lived there, Hilary Duff and Frankie Muniz frequented the apartments. I was much younger than them at the time.
Painting is not made to decorate apartments. It's an offensive and defensive weapon against the enemy. (about Guernica).
My hovercraft is full of eels.
When I first moved to L.A., I cleaned apartments after people moved out. When people move, they leave stuff behind and haven't cleaned for weeks. I like to clean - I have no problem with cleaning - but some apartments were filthy and disgusting. And there'd always be a random flip-flop left somewhere on its own.
Opening a book in the middle of a chapter always made me feel like I was interrupting a group of strangers, wandering unannounced into their villages and apartments and taxis and slums.
I'm not suggesting people abandon musical instruments and start playing their cars and apartments, but I do think the reign of music as a commodity made only by professionals might be winding down.
Trust is as slippery as a basket of eels sometimes.
I eat cold eels and think distant thoughts.
I gotta go home and feed my eels. They're not electric, but I have a plan.
They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
It is very strange that men should deny a Creator and yet attribute to themselves the power of creating eels.
Here's the thing: this eel spends its entire life trying to find a home, and what do you think women have inside them? Caves, where the eels like to live...when they find a cave they like, the wriggle around inside it for a while to be sure that...well, to be sure it's a nice cave, I suppose. And when they've made up their minds that it's comfortable, they mark the cave as their territory...by spitting.
Arguments are like eels: however logical, they may slip from the minds weak grasp unless fixed there by imagery and style.
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