Some hotels

My hotels, of course, were often in the very centre of their cities, and so I was frequently pretty exhausted - for I never would take trolleys - by the time I returned from these walks. But such was my power of enjoying the most delapidated specimens of grass, or moss, or plants, or trees, or shrubs, or old walls, or vistas of roadway, or bridges over rivers, or wharf-sides, or tow-paths, or cobble-stones, or stables, or chimneys with smoke coming out of them, that I often used, after my fashion, to be really happy as I explored the most unpromising environs. (Autobiography)

I shall be very glad to be out of this hotel where all the employees look at me for tips I cannot afford to give them. I suppose I present myself as the stingiest guest they have ever known - my only friends are the lift-boys who are, for some reason, very nice and unexacting. The waitresses in the breakfast room can hardly keep their hands off smacking my face, as I come sneaking into my unpaid-for-window-seat, (well! they've turned me out of that particular one now!) with a volume of Henry James and 'The Examiner'! (Hotel Victoria, San Francisco, 1 January, 1923, Letters to His Brother Llewelyn)

Like an Incubus embracing a Succubus, Inert Misery and I sat cheek by jowl on the unmade bed of our room in the Hotel Stratford. Loving moments did we spend, lacing up and unlacing our boots, flattening our hooked noses against the window, staring at the grey horizon of the lake, reading the word "Gideon" upon the cover of the Black Bible, and looking at the word "Principessa" on my ancient bag, bought long ago in Verona for ten lira, which the bell-hop with sportive tact had chosen to place close to the spitoon.(Autobiography)

I was in the Claypool Hotel at Indianapolis; and I can now see the leather chairs of the old writing-room there and the deep capacious inkpots on the long tables at which the unwearied drummers wrote to their buyers, their employers and their girls.(Autobiography)