“It smells like old whore in here.”
“It smelled like sex and dog in here. But mostly it smelled like sex.”
“It was starting to smell really good in here. And if I liked what it smelled like, then they were liking what they were smelling, and ah…that would be me.”
“Death is like an old whore in a bar--I'll buy her a drink but I won't go upstairs with her”
“It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.”
“There is nothing like the smell of books, both new and old. If someone ever bottled the smell, I would be all over it .”