“I know,I can smell it, too,”
“I know you're there. I can smell your filthy cigars!”
“Like officer Dave.He's never said much about his life, but I can tell he's scarred. And he knows I'm scarred too. The wounded always recognize the wounded. We can smell each other. ”
“I can smell your blood now. I can smell it in every room of the house.”
“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.”
“I can smell a trap. It smells like my ass.”