Hotel Quotes

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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.

“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

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

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

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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

“Hell could easily be a chain hotel”
― David Foster Wallace, Up, Simba!

“At Mango Grove Hotel, comfort isn’t claimed—it’s felt in every detail, every meal, every welcome smile.”
― mangogrove

“Everyone had some element of their past nipping at their heels. Whether it was good, bad or indifferent, you couldn’t just pretend you were born fresh every morning, a grown adult, and nothing had shaped you into the person you were.”
― Cressida McLaughlin, The Staycation

“She’s busy enough with her own life, as you can imagine. She doesn’t need to take on my problems too, which she would if I let her. But we’re both adults. We’re siblings, but we lead very different lives.”
― Cressida McLaughlin, The Staycation

“Sundays are for worshipping your own space, giving yourself time to do nothing.”
― Cressida McLaughlin, The Staycation

“You fell for him, my darling. It’s all over your face, thick in your words. You’re always good at the stories, always giving them to me with so much detail and humour and romance, but this one is different. This one has a little more heart in it: more authenticity.”
― Cressida McLaughlin, The Staycation

“With your friends, with people who matter, you don’t lie.”
― Cressida McLaughlin, The Staycation

“Once again, she had been held back by her fears: by that one, defining event sixteen years ago and all its ripples and repercussions. And now, not only was it stopping her from going wherever she wanted, spreading her wings as much as she craved, it had lost her the one man she’d felt like she could love.”
― Cressida McLaughlin, The Staycation

“I have to give him time to think about it, to hopefully realize that, even though it’s all happened so quickly, and that it’s not going to be easy, that it’s worth taking a chance on.”
― Cressida McLaughlin, The Staycation

“Any big hotels have got scandals, just like every big hotel has got a ghost.”
― Stephen King, The Shining

“El Chelsea era como una casa de muñecas situada en los limites de la realidad y cada una de su centenar de habitaciones encerraba un pequeño universo. Yo deambulaba por sus pasillos al acecho de sus espiritus, vivos o muertos.”
― Patti Smith, Just Kids

“Riyasat-E-Rana – where every flavor tells a royal story”
― Ash