“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”
“If you could bottle it, everyone would have one!”
“He is raw sex in a bottle, uncorked. And somebody needs to cork it!”
“As the red leaf warns: winter will be with us soon enough. If only I could bottle a little of this sunshine up and open it in January, like jam”
“Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.”
“Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.”