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What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar traveller comes?
Who is the landlord?
Where are the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No brimming tankards flow.
Necromancer, landlord,
Who are these below?
The worst hotels are any with a bad bed. I stayed in a hotel where they left cards telling me my enjoyment was of paramount importance. I should have written, 'Nice rooms, crap beds.'
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
the hotel, but the pilot assures me that we can make up the time once we get airborne.
At hotels, you are an actress. Absolutely. You can do what you want. Go where you want. I love my home too. But I love to arrive in a hotel. They have books, chocolate, food. I put things in the little refrigerator.
Hotel rooms inhabit a separate moral universe.
room below and a bedchamber above.
The 'incredible frog hotel' - really a local bed and breakfast - ... the frogs stay (in their tanks) in a block of rented rooms.
I love The Inn at Palmetto Bluff, an Auberge Property in Bluffton, South Carolina. It's a spectacular corner of the world, with massive old trees lined with Spanish moss, and alligators swimming in the river.
there. Take two cabs to the Tabard Inn,
You better not be at that fucking hotel with this Andrew.
We stay in U2's hotel. They bought a hotel, The Clarence, a nice place and it's in an area where everything's happening, so many fantastic restaurants and bars and the people are so friendly.
It was a decrepit studio apartment in Hollywood, with a Murphy bed that came out of the wall.
A bachelor, a studio, those were the names for that kind of apartment. Separate entrance it would say in the ads, and that meant you could have sex, unobserved.
cloak of secrecy: the private asylums and single-lodging establishments, both
When you get into a hotel room, you lock the door, and you know there is a secrecy, there is a luxury, there is fantasy. There is comfort. There is reassurance.
The silver flask called to him.
Blue Coyote Motel
I am a traveler. I am a nomad. I rarely sleep in the same bed more than three or four nights. And I know hotel life better than anyone.
No matter how nice a hotel is, it's not home.
The first private space of my own wasn't a dorm room; it was a hotel room in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
I look for the hotels that have figured out the comfortable balance - a modern room that is well designed, and really clean sheets.
Your idea of taking me on a date is bringing me to a hotel?"
"It's more about fucking you in the hotel.
This hotel-the Amazon- was for women only, and they were mostly girls my age with wealthy parents who wanted to be sure their daughters would be living where men couldn't get at them and deceive them.
The Jefferson is such a dignified hotel / There is no such thing.
An old small hotel is much more valuable than a seven-star hotel because the former has a spirit and a literary posture!
With the casino and the beds, our passengers will have at least two ways to get lucky on one of our flights.
The great advantage of a hotel is that it is a refuge from home life.
Truthfully, I despise hotels. I've had such better experiences staying at people's houses and guesthouses; it's so much more comfortable and homey.
-Why do you live in hotels?
-It simplifies postal matters, it eliminates the nuisance of private ownership, it confirms me in my favorite habit
the habit of freedom.
I don't do much else but stay in my hotel room.
There are three motels in Davy if you go north, and at least six over in Marthasville if you go west. If you go to the interstate, there are a skadillion places to stay.
In America, Blackberry Farm in Tennessee is one of the most amazing hotels I've had the privilege of staying at.
Here was St. Augustine, the oldest city in the United States. How to build a hotel to meet the requirements of nineteenth century America and have it in keeping with the character of the place ? that was my hardest problem.
I'm very used to stages and dressing rooms. And dare I say it, much as I like being at home, I love the buzz of a new hotel room. It never quite loses its thing.
A hotel is a place that keeps the manufacturers of 25-watt bulbs in business.
The world's an Inn; and I her guest.
Staying in a hotel this time. They put me up in a little bit of a shithole. Yeah. Just this side of rinky dink. The first 7 floors are a homeless shelter, but I'm on 8.
It was a famous old hotel called the Overlook. It burned down ten years ago. The caretaker burned it down. He was crazy. Everybody in town said so. But never mind: he's dead.
In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.
I would rather sleep in a bathroom than in another hotel.
Pizza Hut, and then Pizza Express, before seeking sanctuary in the doorway of a Domino's Pizza.
And takin' a bath in the creek. That's the stuff that really made it worthwhile. Anybody can stay in a motel.
I got a hotel room at New York New York in Las Vegas and I was very happy. They've got that rollercoaster encircling the entire premises, just like Manhattan.
The old Piggly Wiggly parking lot rented for the trailers.
A hotel isn't like a home, but it's better than being a house guest.
You can pay for whatever you want, but I just want to warn you that I prefer to stay at places that don't start or end with the word 'motel.
I have a lovely room and bath in the hotel. It's a little inconvenient, they're in two separate buildings!
After a gig I get to the hotel all psyched-up from being on stage and get stuck into 'Homes and Interiors' magazine.
I still don't know where I am going to sleep tomorrow.
Little Caesar's Pizza,
All good hotels tend to lead people to do things they wouldn't necessarily do at home.
They'd ever enjoyed. Almost everyone mentioned some nice experience at a Four Seasons or Ritz-Carlton hotel.
Room service is great if you want to pay $500 for a club sandwich.
We [with Les Charles] started talking about hotel stories, and we found that a lot of the action was happening in the hotel bar. We actually thought of that while we were in a bar: "Why would anyone ever leave here?"
Hotels are wonderful inventions, but they are not the ideal window to the soul of a nation.
As an actor, you spend a lot of your life in hotel rooms.
Hotels are temporary people storage, no matter how big the boxes are. Remember that.
Here I am, in a lovely hotel room, with my own bathroom. I have never experienced such incredible luxury.
Only three things mattered about a hotel: position, position and position.
Looking hard for a drive in, searching for a corner cafe, where the hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day,
There's a vacancy, won't you come to me And fill my empty spaces I'm a motel man in a promised land That's filled with empty faces So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams, It's a place for you to be There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy
The new building housing the store. The
I like walking into a smaller hotel where the desk clerk recognizes me.
For me, writing about hotels is like writing about being in a parallel universe. The sense of voyeurism, and the sense of removedness, and there are all these people silently above you and next to you.
There is no place i'd rather stay especially if it means more of your apple cinnamon pancakes for breakfast. Preferably served in bed by you completely naked, but i'm flexible.
A hotel room all to myself is my idea of a good time.
The loneliest place to be is a hotel room in a big city in early evening.
the sort of place you went when you had no other options.
apartment building. "Yeah, it's
How many people has this hotel eaten?
I stayed in a really old hotel last night. They sent me a wakeup letter.
The man behind the check-in counter gives the impression that he has just axe-murdered the motel's owner (and family, and family pet) and is going through these procedures of hostelry so as not to arouse suspicion.
Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board.
If you're not in New York, you're camping out.
I always have more fun when I stay in hostels - you just meet so many more people. A hotel makes sense when you're doing work things, but travelling, you don't really get a feel for a place if you're in a hotel. I find it seems to make it all feel like everywhere else.
There's something fabulously decadent about staying in a hotel across the street from where you live.
The hotel was guest-friendly with hourly rates and had enough room to swing a cat, if it were a small cat and you wanted to swing it.
Airbnb started with 'air bed and breakfast.'
going to the mattresses
Aaron, we came here to find the Didot, not to spend our money on hotel movies! You're lucky I didn't plan for us to sleep outside or something!
SCCS, the source motel! Programs check in and never check out!
There is nothing louder than an American hotel; and, mind you, this was supposed to be a quiet, cozy, old-fashioned, homey place - 'gracious living' and all that stuff.
Hotels are the only proper places for lecturers. When I am ill-natured I so enjoy the freedom of a hotel where I can ring up a domestic and give him a quarter and then break furniture over him.
I walked over, my eyes scanning Luna Blu, my house, and Dave's. But it was the building behind them, that empty hotel, that had the tiniest light, provided by one word, written in fluorescent paint. Maybe it wasn't what was once there, in real life. But in this one, it said it all: STAY.
I rent a small brick bungalow within a loop of other small brick bungalows, all of which squat on a massive bluff overlooking the former stockyards of Kansas City. Kansas City, Missouri, not Kansas City, Kansas. There's a difference.
I knew it. I knew it. Born in a hotel room - and God damn it - died in a hotel room.
I lived in a hotel across the street from Disneyland for a month.
My Becca's home.
I'm taking you to get a bed. A big-ass bed. One that costs a fucking fortune,
the waiting room. It was half full
Life is a night spent in an uncomfortable inn.
When you look at me, baby, do I strike you as the type of man who lets the woman he intends to fuck walk into another man's hotel room?
Palace of Crystal
The Admiral Fell Inn? It's the only hotel nearby that's a pun; of course you headed there.
It's pretty funny, just driving by in a cab, and you see a huge billboard of yourself on the side of a hotel, like a 100-by-100 poster hanging up.
Cheeseburger in paradise!
The lobbies are always the best-looking place in the hotel-you wish you could bring out a cot and sleep in them. Compared to the lobby, your room always looks like a closet.
Life is a windowless room in the Hotel Bellevue.
A bachelor's bed is the most pleasant.