“There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.”
“My nostrils smell, but not to you. Oh, they have no odor, unless you count the scent of nostalgia, which is what they always smell like.”
“A classic is the term given to any book which comes to represent the whole universe, a book on a par with ancient talismans.”
“I like using scented markers. Especially when I’m trying to color the inside of my nostrils.”
“I know that there is not in the world a more subtle poison than that which is extracted from and administered by books.”
“There’s a faint whiff of feces wafting up my nostrils. But that’s natural, because I just walked past a politician.”