Unhygienic Environment Quotes

Holloway Prison is a very old place, and it has the disadvantages of old places which have never known enough air and sunshine. It reeks with the odours of generations of bad ventilation, and it contrives to be at once the stuffiest and the draughtiest building I have ever been in.

There are lots of rats. It's a dirty little secret at the Delacorte Theatre.

I've stayed in hotels where you were scared to even put your feet on the floor, or had to sleep in a chair.

I turned to my own bunk and examined it with a kind of appalled fascination. If the mattress stains were anything to go by, a previous user had not so much suffered from incontinence as rejoiced in it. He had evidently included the pillow in his celebrations.

I don't like rats, but there's not much else I don't like. The problem with rats is they have no fear of human beings, they're loaded with foul diseases, they would run the place given half the chance, and I've had them leap out of a lavatory while I've been sitting on it.

Home, home -- a few small rooms, stiflingly over-inhabited by a man, by a periodically teeming woman, by a rabble of boys and girls of all ages. No air, no space; an understerilized prison; darkness, disease, and smells.

In summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch thick; one could slip and fall.

Kennel of filth

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

I'm living with two guys. I'm living with a slob and a guy who sleeps all day.

I was born in a 10x10 room of a chawl, and we shared a common bathroom with other people in the neighbourhood.

Things are more unpleasant here every day. The Senate chamber is filled with lice. It makes my head itch to think of it. The building is like one grand water closet. Every hole and every corner is defiled.

All on-set kisses are weird, no matter who it is, especially with people standing around coughing and sneezing. It's very uncomfortable!

It's not a bargain if it has bedbugs.

A distinguished producer called Kenith Trodd actually lived in his office for over a year - the cleaners refused to go in because it was such a tip.

For some reason, I wrote about the bed we slept in when I was a kid. It was a half-acre of misery, that bed, sagging in the middle, red hair sticking out of the mattress, the spring gone and the fleas leaping all over the place.