“A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.”
“A Ford motorcar is a magical thing in the night with the spraying lamps against the pitch road and the smell of metal and perfume under the clothy roof.”
“I’m not really beautiful,’ she said to herself, ‘but tonight I feel beautiful. And I look like a girl who feels beautiful.' (84)”
“They play like file clerks file.”
“How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.”
“Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself."It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.”