“History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.”
“There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself”
“My dreams, they all look like the back of my eyelids.”
“Perfume is the key to our memories”
“The dusky and faintly sweet smell of her perfume came to Therese again, a smell suggestive of dark green silk, that was hers alone, like the smell of a special flower.”
“This is the room where Jezebel frescoed her eyelids with history's tragic glitter”