Motel Quotes

“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.

“And then she got a bad, bad feeling because she realized she had been wrong.
You can fool a person.
You can fool a dog.
You can fool a cat or a horse or a teacher or a friend.
But you cannot ever fool a heart.”
― Barbara O'Connor, Greetings from Nowhere

“Motel. Motel. Motel loneliness moans across the continent like foghorns over still oily waters of tidal rivers.”
― William S. Burroughs, Interzone

“A loud knock on the door of his small room snapped him out of his thoughts.

Rahul froze.

Who could it be? Who would want to meet him in the middle of the night? His heart began to race. He thought of ignoring it, but the knocking grew louder.

With no choice left, he switched on the light and walked to the door.

A young boy stood there, smiling brightly, a small tray of coffee in his hands.

“Good morning, sir! Here’s your morning coffee. I’m here for room service.”

“Morning?” Rahul asked, still half-asleep.”
― Amudha V, Miles to Myself: A Journey from Pretence to Purpose

“I once read a story by this guy named Harlan Ellison ending: That night it rained, everywhere in the known universe. I was never too sure what the ending meant in terms of Ellison's story, but anyone who sits alone in a motel room for hours, watching the rain wash the world away, begins to understand. Knows what it feels like.”
― James Sallis, Death Will Have Your Eyes

“The motel smelled like rust and regret.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Forged Redemption

“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