Installment 24: Fred turned on the TV. Ronald Reagan’s smiling face. He turned the TV off. “Fascist pig,” he mumbled. His eyes fixed on the wooden box in his bookcase, filled with red sticks of dynamite.
Amber, in Suite 52: "The only way he could stand his life was the knowledge that he would grow up and leave Andrew behind. There was a there there. And that’s where he was. He was a she in New York City."
Installment 19: Pincus exhaled ecstatically. “You know what the German poet Heine said about cholent? ‘The heavenly food that our dear Lord God himself once taught Moses to cook at Mt. Sinai.’ ”
In the second installment of "The Last Hotel: A Novel in Suites" we visit Faye, in Suite 32: "She had a strong face – a prominent nose that might overwhelm but for her jutting cleft chin. Red hair dyed to the limit of respectability, definitely a hussy shade, created a nice frisson with her Ph.D."
