Quotes About Towels

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels. A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.

It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.

I felt guilty about the broken china; the fallen pot ring; the fancy towels, now ruined; the dinner . . . but most of all, I was worried about Yolanda, who was in excruciating pain from burns. . . . Sean's

The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase.

Until then her only kisses had taken place in a closet during parties at Helene's house. The orderly took her into a closet as well, a utility closet where there were mops and buckets and folded sheets and towels. She wasn't speaking then. She tried to tell him no, but the word sounded like a sob.

We didn't have towels. We huddled together under a fleece blanket we found under the seats, our bare shoulders touching each other. Cold feet, on top of one another.

Sheets and towels hung from every balcony. Washing hanging out to dry: that is the real national flag of Italy, emblem and proof of how the fabric of daily life endures.

Cat lovers can readily be identified. Their clothes always look old and well used. Their sheets look like bath towels and their bath towels look like a collection of knitting mistakes.

Nothing is worse than washing a head of lettuce or greens, then trying to blot the water with paper towels. A salad spinner lets you rinse, then spin all the water off completely. Plus, it's fun to use.

I was one of those dancers who they say wants to feel the floor through their pointe shoes. I would end up not wearing toe pads and that stuff. I would just wrap minimal amounts of paper towels around my toes.

I like a real beach. A crowded one, you know? People, towels, umbrellas. I hate those little private strips of sand you see up in Malibu.

I've done the day jobs and slung towels at the Beverly Hills Hotel.

Almost everyone who's been to primary school in Britain has had towels put on their heads to play the shepherds in the nativity play.

I've ruined a lot of hotel towels. I did a shoot in San Francisco and stayed at the Mandarin Oriental. I must have ruined thousands of dollars worth of towels. I dye my hair once a week. The dye is not temporary. It stains everything. It stains tiles, that's how powerful it is.

In some hotels they give you a little sewing kit. You know what I do? I sew the towels together. One time I sewed a button on a lampshade. I like to leave a mark.

Any doubt of the Father's love disappeared the night God was wrapped in barnyard towels so the hay wouldn't scratch his back.

Instructions were written by each inset, detailing the correct amount of force to use so the bone wouldn't break with enough force to cut through the skin. Along one wall sat a metal-framed bed. And on the bed lay several piles of four-by-four wooden blocks. A neatly folded stack of towels and several coils of string had been set at the head of the bed. Atop them lay a large sledgehammer and vise grips.

When I dyed my hair red, the first week was traumatic because my pillows, my shower, my towels, my clothes and everything was red.

What book, Professor?' demanded the Doctor. 'An Earth classic, by one of the greatest writers in that planet's history,' said the Professor. 'Terribly funny, terribly thoughtful, wish I could remember the name of it, something about thumbing a lift, and there were towels in it, I remember that, yes, let me think – oh yes, of course, it's called The Hitch—

Probably the worst thing about being Jewish during Christmas time is shopping, because the lines are so long. They should have a Jewish express line, "Look, I'm a Jew. It's not a gift. It's just paper towels!"

She would seize every opportunity to dive into the bathroom, in a swirl of white towels, and once in there she was as hard to dislodge as a limpet from a rock.

These were gym towels. They were supposed to be thin and mean, the terry-cloth equivalent of coyotes. When you were sweating like a pig and couldn't feel the bottoms of your feet from exertion, you didn't want to pat yourself down with a Pomeranian.

It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.

we got sanded. In the towels, scalps, clumping on sweat along our limbs. It had begun, the gritification of the day.