“I take a deep breath. It smells suspiciously like bullshit in here.”
“Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.”
“I take a deep breath,count to ten,and bury it,way down deep”
“I was usually filled with a sense of something like shame until I'd remember that wonderful line of Blake's- that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love- and I would take a long deep breath and force these words out of my strangulated throat: "Thank you.”
“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.”
“That which cannot be smelt by the breath, but by which the breath smells an object—That alone know as Brahman and not that which people here worship.”