“The Troll was well over seven feet tall, and smelled of body odour and Germolene.”
“If you can't be seven feet tall, be seven feet smart.”
“You’re like seven feet tall, aren’t you?”“I am not seven feet tall,” he snapped at her as if she’d really insulted him. “I’m six-eleven.” When she smirked in disbelief, he added, “And three-quarters.”
“Trolls can smell the rainbow, trolls can smell the stars. Trolls can smell the dreams you dreamed before you were ever born.”
“…the way to the bottom of South America where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside?”
“And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!”