Quotes About Lobby

The person who represents a Lobby in Congress is never the one who makes the real decisions; the real leaders are rarely identifiable and are never held responsible for their actions. If a puppet gets in trouble they sacrifice him and haul out another.

It hadn't seemed real, standing down in the lobby and watching Beijing tear itself apart, but once I found out the Internet was down . . . well, that was the clincher.

I will not lobby. I will not be an influence-type lawyer. I'm a professional lawyer.

The lobby was a large chamber carpeted in ancient maroon pile, its darkness only slightly relieved by a few small candles. Stairs rose off into black heights, and the mouths of corridors yawned on either side.

THE GOVERNOR'S CAMPAIGN PARTY was in another interstate motel, less than a block away. The campaign bus was idling in the parking lot, belching out diesel exhaust, and a group of underlings was loading luggage and office equipment onto it. Lucas found Alice Green getting a cup of coffee in the front lobby.

In the lobby, the receptionist had attached herself to Hester, sobbing in joy. Hester stood there, wearing a receptionist, deeply confused.

reporters are still floating around." "We'll meet you in the lobby," I said. When Michael

My dental hygienist is cute. Every time I visit, I eat a whole package of Oreo cookies while waiting in the lobby. Sometimes she has to cancel the rest of the afternoon's appointments.

So striking, everyone would say. E-theeeer-real, some would even venture. The littlest girls, padding in in their ballet pinks, would stare up at the photo mounted in the lobby, fingers in their mouths. Like fairy princesses.

Miss Clare had already arrived when I walked over at a quarter to nine. Her bicycle, as upright and as ancient as its owner, was propped just inside the lobby door.

celebrate his milestone birthday. Thirty-five. Evan strode across the marble lobby leading to his law firm's offices like a man in a hurry. In fact, he had ten minutes to spare before his next client meeting. A lot

The Chatham's lobby décor was modern, serene, and understated—dignified hipster meets Tibetan monk—but the heavy police presence outside the sparkling glass doors was ruining the carefully curated Zen atmosphere. Even the potted orchids looked stressed out.

Documentary crews and journalists are not an uncommon site in the lobby and hallways. They come for the stories, picking through our memories like rats through the rubble, trying to find a few morsels in the refuse before the rain washes it all away.

Lobby for Decency Declares Brain an Erogenous Zone, Demands Mandatory Hatting.

I was thinking about what a magical portal this lobby was when the heavy glass door opened as if swept by wind and a familiar figure in a black and scarlet cape entered. It was Salvador Dali. He looked around the lobby nervously, and then, seeing my crow, smiled. He placed his elegant, bony hand atop my head and said: "You are like a crow, a gothic crow.