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Hotel Quotes

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Eugene O'Neill
“He thinks money spent on a home is money wasted. He's lived too much in hotels. Never the best hotels, of course. Second-rate hotels. He doesn't understand a home. He doesn't feel at home in it. And yet, he wants a home. He's even proud of having this shabby place. He loves it here.”
Eugene O'Neill, Long Day’s Journey into Night

Jim Thompson
“The phone rang. Softly, in actuality, yet it seemed loud and ominous, as phones do at night in dark hotel rooms.”
Jim Thompson, The Nothing Man

J.M.G. Le Clézio
“I wanted to write an adventure story, not, it's true, I really did. I shall have failed, that's all. Adventures bore me. I have no idea how to talk about countries, how to make people wish they had been there. I am not a good travelling salesman. Countries? Where are they , whatever became of them.
When I was twelve I dreamed of Hongkong. That tedious, commonplace little provincial town! Shops sprouting from every nook and cranny! The Chinese junks pictured on the lids of chocolate boxes used to fascinate me. Junks: sort of chopped-off barges, where the housewives do all their cooking and washing on deck. They even have television. As for the Niagara Falls: water, nothing but water! A dam is more interesting; at least one can occasionally see a big crack at its base, and hope for some excitement.
When one travels, one sees nothing but hotels. Squalid rooms, with iron bedsteads, and a picture of some kind hanging on the wall from a rusty nail, a coloured print of London Bridge or the Eiffel Tower.
One also sees trains, lots of trains, and airports that look like restaurants, and restaurants that look like morgues. All the ports in the world are hemmed in by oil slicks and shabby customs buildings. In the streets of the towns, people keep to the sidewalks, cars stop at red lights. If only one occasionally arrived in a country where women are the colour of steel and men wear owls on their heads. But no, they are sensible, they all have black ties, partings to one side, brassières and stiletto heels. In all the restaurants, when one has finished eating one calls over the individual who has been prowling among the tables, and pays him with a promissory note. There are cigarettes everywhere! There are airplanes and automobiles everywhere.”
J.M.G. Le Clézio, The Book of Flights

Anton Chekhov
“I went to the Hotel of the Violet Hippopotamus and drank five glasses of good wine.”
Anton Chekhov, The Prank: The Best of Young Chekhov

Jarod Kintz
“Old houses make funny noises. One time I stayed in a decaying place that made sounds like John Waite's 1984 radio hit "Missing You." Personally, I liked it, but the 13 ducks I was sharing a bathtub with didn't agree, so they made me take them to the luxury hotel known as Motel 6.”
Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

Toba Beta
“Super-luxury hotels are being built in outer space.
The new type of heaven is being offered to humans.”
Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

Ellen Emerson White
“Here I am, in a lovely hotel room, with my own bathroom. I have never experienced such incredible luxury.”
Ellen Emerson White, Voyage on the Great Titanic: The Diary of Margaret Ann Brady, R.M.S. Titanic, 1912

“The meaning behind your passion, whether it be for hospitality, law, or hot sauce, now translates into value. In the Age of Ideas this is what the market demands, and you have the power to give it to them by unlocking your unique creative potential.”
Alan Philips, The Age of Ideas: Unlock Your Creative Potential

Lindsay Chamberlin
“Smart girl 101: Never let a stranger follow you to your hotel room.”
Lindsay Chamberlin, Alyeska

Fiona McIntosh
“Then they had a day together in Melbourne and Jenny stayed in her first hotel, with Luc sparing no expense and treating her to the Windsor for the night. Here, Jenny experienced a luxury that had her wide-eyed, where men in their fine uniform of burgundy jackets, trimmed with gold, fussed around them and suggested an afternoon tea like never before. Luc couldn’t help but grin to see his daughter engulfed in a leather chair, near the huge arched picture windows that fronted Spring Street, choosing cucumber sandwiches and beautiful little cakes and pastries from a silver tiered cake stand.”
Fiona McIntosh, The French Promise

Amit Chaudhuri
“This is what's beautiful about staying in a club or hotel: you're invisible, as is your neighbour.”
Amit Chaudhuri, Friend of My Youth

Jean Rhys
“There is a porter at the door and at the reception-desk a grey-haired woman and a sleek young man.
'I want a room for tonight.'
'A room? A room with bath?'
I am still feeling ill and giddy. I say confidentially, leaning forward: 'I want a light room.'
The young man lifts his eyebrows and stares at me.
I try again. 'I don't want a room looking on the courtyard. I want a light room.'
'A light room?' the lady says pensively. She turns over the pages of her books, looking for a light room.
'We have number 219,' she says. 'A beautiful room with bath. Seventy-five francs a night.' (God, I can't afford that.) 'It's a very beautiful room with bath. Two windows. Very light,' she says persuasively.
A girl is called to show me the room. As we are about to start for the lift, the young man says, speaking out of the side of his mouth: 'Of course you know that number 219 is occupied.'
'Oh no. Number 219 had his bill before yesterday.' the receptionist says. 'I remember. I gave it to him myself.'
I listen anxiously to this conversation. Suddenly I feel that I must have number 219, with bath - number 219, with rose-coloured curtains, carpet and bath. I shall exist on a different planet at once if I can get this room, if only for a couple of nights. It will be an omen. Who says you can't escape from your faith? I'll escape from mine, into room number 219. Just try me, just give me a chance.
'He asked for his bill,' the young man says, in a voice which is a triumph of scorn and cynicism. 'He asked for his bill but that doesn't mean that he has gone.'
The receptionist starts arguing. 'When people ask for their bills, it's because they are going, isn't it?'
'Yes,' he says, 'French' people. The others ask for their bills to see if we're going to cheat them.'
'My God,' says the receptionist, 'foreigners, foreigners, my God. ...'
The young man turns his back, entirely dissociating himself from what is going on.
Number 219 - well, now I know all about him. All the time they are talking I am seeing him - his trousers, his shoes, the way he brushes his hair, the sort of girls he likes. His hand-luggage is light yellow and he has a paunch. But I can't see his face. He wears a mask, number 219. ...
'Show the lady number 334.”
Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
tags: bath, hotel

Ella Griffin
“Sugar-cube houses spilled down the last slope toward the sea. A full moon floated above the inky water; the air from the gardens they passed smelled of gardenias and jasmine.
She slept as soon as she put her head on the pillow of the small white hotel room. When she opened the creaky blue shutters the following morning, brilliant sunlight fell in through the window and the hum of the bees on the vines below filled the room. The sea was every color of delphinium and larkspur. The smell of food drifted up from the small restaurant below her balcony. Bacon, fresh bread, coffee, cinnamon.”
Ella Griffin, The Flower Arrangement

Hervé Guibert
“I'm so happy that I suddenly feel cold, tenatized by a joy that freezes me. He says 'I'm wrecked, I traveled all day hitchhiking to catch up with you, let's go to your hotel.' I had only dreamed and dream of nothing but the moment I would find myself alone with him in my hotel room, and yet my lips drily reply, 'We'll go later, let's go to the screening first.' At the end of the screening, Vincent announces that he's leaving again; a burning misery follows an icy joy.”
Hervé Guibert, Fou de Vincent

J.L. Bryan
“Find us a hotel. Something NOT HAUNTED. Can't emphasize this enough.”
J.L. Bryan, Fire Devil

Christoph Fischer
“Soak blanket in gravy and make a delicious brick wrap. Serve in All Gravy Room at the Mandrake Hotel.”
Christoph Fischer

Olga Tokarczuk
“Resztki zostawionej tu osobowości poprzedniego gościa trzeba zwalczyć swoją bezosobowością. Po to jest Przemiana. Resztki odbić tamtej twarzy w lustrze nie tylko muszę zetrzeć szmatką, ale także zapełnić lustro moją biało-różową beztwarzowością. Tamten zapach zostawiony przez roztargnienie i pośpiech muszę zagłuszyć moim bezzapachem.”
Olga Tokarczuk, Szafa
tags: hotel, maid

“Zenseresort is one of the finest Budget Hotels In Candolim Goa.”
Zense

Charles Simic
“Tending a cliff-hanging Grand Hotel
In a country ravaged by civil war.
My heart as its only bellhop.
My brain as its Chinese cook.”
Charles Simic, The Voice At 3:00 A.m.: Selected Late and New Poems

“No opium-smoking in the elevator.
sign in New York City's Hotel Rand, 1907”
Anonymous

“Let your memories live happily ever after.
Nest Jaipur Resort”
Nest Jaipur

Harlan Coben
“The outer stairs and walkway terraces were made of rotting wood. The cement walls had that unfinished, swirling look that could cut your hand if you leaned against it wrong. Small chunks of concrete lay on the ground. An unplugged Pepsi machine guarded the door like one of the Queen's guards.”
Harlan Coben, Back Spin

Arthur Hailey
“Во-первых, раз у женщины есть квартира, значит, она независима, а, во-вторых, если она потеряла ключи, значит, она всё-таки женщина.”
Arthur Hailey, Отель. Аэропорт
tags: hotel

Caleb Wilde
“I walked to the garage and pulled out our late ’90s Buick conversion wagon, put our stretcher in the back, and grabbed some latex gloves and protective wear, remembering back to a couple months ago when I pulled another person who had overdosed out of a third-floor hotel room. That hotel didn’t have an elevator, so my dad and I shouldered the loaded stretcher down the stairs, and due to the tight quarters of the hotel and the way the guy died, we took a huge risk and lugged the dead man headfirst down the stairs, prompting him to discharge the contents of his stomach all over my clothing, an experience I vowed would never be repeated.”
Caleb Wilde, Confessions of a Funeral Director: How the Business of Death Saved My Life

Jacob Tomsky
“We are in no position to dispute the claim that when you wash your hair, you prefer to dump fifteen bottles of lavender and poppy seed shampoo all over your scalp like some gooey shower freak.”
Jacob Tomsky, Heads in Beds: A Reckless Memoir of Hotels, Hustles, and So-Called Hospitality

Jacob Tomsky
“There are now three entities in the room: the housekeeper, the man, and the man's penis. Tow of these entities are rather pleased with the current situation.”
Jacob Tomsky, Heads in Beds: A Reckless Memoir of Hotels, Hustles, and So-Called Hospitality

Richard Osman
“The whole place feels very expensive yet deeply inoffensive, like a business hotel a divorcee might choose to kill himself in.”
Richard Osman, The Bullet That Missed
tags: hotel

Sean Patrick Brennan
“Audrey was a world champion complaint handler, and witnessing her at work was like witnessing Rembrandt paint or Michelangelo sculpt. When most people would lose their shit at some of the ridiculous crap guests tried blaming on hotel staff, Audrey was a consummate professional, and practically a magician.”
Sean Patrick Brennan, Moments to Spare

Anthony T. Hincks
“It's the lobby that determines which floor that you sleep on.”
Anthony T. Hincks

Stewart Stafford
“The Penultimate Hotel by Stewart Stafford

Enter sluggishly into the lobby,
A banquet is in progress in the restaurant,
They’re regurgitating reality from within,
And then eating their young.

An apocalyptic porter has radioactive cubes in the lift,
Housekeeping will have ten thousand years of light,
But the sheets in the rooms,
Will all turn to cream cheese.

The cooks in the kitchen are breaking bones and rules,
Creating a cake that stretches to infinity,
Babel babble with protesting eggs,
All baked in a hellfire oven.

The concierge gives out tips,
And tells guests they are awful and to leave,
While simultaneously tattooing diabolical potion recipes,
Inside a willing bellhop’s eyelids.

© 2021, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
Stewart Stafford

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