“Alike Jean-Baptiste Grenouille... she's in the eternal search,but not for "perfect scent" but the "perfect love"she drinks from deep inside their soulsshe feeds her heartwith feelings and emotions, warm...empthy...she is in search formore...”

“Thrown from the garden, she searches for true love. but she needs an heir.”

“I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me”

“We waste time searching for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.”

“He entered her with a practiced thrust, his mouth finding hers, filling her with her taste and arousal so strong. She curled her fingers over his muscular ass and spread her legs wider, searching for the rhythm to match his. God, so perfect, the angle, the tempo. He looked down at her as she found it, as she met him stroke for stroke, so good, so hot, so deep.”

“And now she knew she could never find love in someone else. She knew the lines she treasured so long from the movie were wrong. There was no use searching for love in someone who was born for her. Even if he existed. Love existed in her own self. Inside her. But to comprehend it, to understand it, to awaken it, she needed the other person. Someone who would pull the right strings that made her sing, someone with whom she could share her feelings, her thoughts, her dreams. It was not just someone with whom she could grow old, someone with whom she could share the murmur of the brook.”