Quotes About Hotel

The clocks in the hotel, and the clocks outside in the town, all began to strike six as he got into bed, and when the last clock had struck, the vague rumour of innumerable cockcrows rang in his head. And as he fell asleep he heard the first chatter of waking birds.

Il quitta la rue Mercière, l'estomac calé, satisfait d'avoir rempli sa mission. Arrivé sur la place des Célestins, à quelques pas de l'hôtel, il lâcha un rot caverneux, libérant u petit nuage de vapeur parfumé à l'oignon qui s'envola dans la fraîcheur de la nuit.

A lawless place and a lawless people, the Italians said. A true frontier of civilization. Dangerous. FIFTY-FIVE The Stanhope Hotel was on Fifth Avenue at Eighty-third Street, across the street from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was

Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French.

And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.

After learning the ins and outs of the gay bar scene, he found it surprisingly easy to meet and spend time with other gay men, often bringing them back to Grandma's basement for sex. Other times, he secured a hotel room downtown to take his one-night stands.

The Chelsea was like a doll's house in the Twilight Zone, with a hundred rooms, each a small universe.

Caroline's beloved Brocket Hall has been transformed by a Hong Kong developer into a hotel and conference center. There are rumoured sightings of her ghost in the hotel, at which, of course, one scoffs. Yet, walking the road from the train stop in Welwyn to the Hertfordshire Records Office one gray January morning, I still find it hard to believe she is entirely gone.

And it reminded me of when we used to come down, be staying for a few days in the hotel at Russell Square, the President Hotel. We were little kids, you know? We

Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby.

Keith Moon, God rest his soul, once drove his car through the glass doors of a hotel, driving all the way up to the reception desk, got out and asked for the key to his room.