I was in the room when Sundar convinced Eric Schmidt that it would be possible to unseat Internet Explorer as the world's most popular browser.
There's room for everybody. It's like crabs in the bucket - no pun intended, shout-out to k-os - but there's a lot of room for different types of Canadian music, cadences and influences.
I survived many a youth hostel bunk room reading Tolstoy by flashlight.
Burt Reynolds once asked me out. I was in his room.
There's a picture of my dorm room in the college yearbook as the most messy, most disgusting room on the Harvard campus, where I was an undergraduate.
I mean, even my dressing room at the studio has candles and cushions and cashmere rugs and things.
As a child, I was this record collector/listener that would sit in a room and listen to the entire Beatles catalog alone, over and over and over again.
One night, I knocked out Mr. T, kicked Cyndi Lauper, chased Dick Clark back to his locker room, and slapped Little Richard.
At first, I didn't really use anything in the social network world. I was so anti-social network, which is kind of ironic. I actually first started on a chat room on my fan site.
It had all the earmarks of a CIA operation; the bomb killed everybody in the room except the intended target!
The notion of directing a film is the invention of critics - the whole eloquence of cinema is achieved in the editing room.
To be in the same room as Claire Underwood is like a dream come true.
If you properly clean a room, it gets dirtier before it gets cleaner.
I don't like people cleaning my room.
When the Cleveland Cavaliers lost the 2015 NBA Finals to Golden State, LeBron James sat motionless in the locker room, staring straight ahead, still wearing his game jersey, for 45 minutes after the final buzzer. Here was a guy immensely wealthy, widely admired, at the peak of his powers - yet stricken, inconsolable.
I'm always teasing and clowning around and laughing and in the locker room I tend to always have something to say.
Ethically, I think pretty much every code of ethics for doctors suggests that they should not be in an interrogation room, particularly if there's anything coercive or abusive going on.
My living room has an oak-wood floor, Persian carpets, floor-to-ceiling bookcases, a large ficus and large fern, a fireplace with a group of photographs and drawings over it, a glass-top coffee table with a bowl of dried pomegranates on it, and sofas and chairs covered in off-white linen.
'Room' was a particularly cohesive group, crew and cast.
The tea is ice-cold, the room grows colder and colder, but I grow warmer and warmer.
