“...Absorbed in the new scents, the sounds, and the sunlight...”

“His scent, the scent of spring, warm and hopefuly as the sunlight that filled this place, poured through me.”

“...A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence...”

“An hour is not merely an hour; it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.”

“When we read, it is not ours to absorb all that is written. Our thoughts are jealous and they constantly blank out the thoughts of others, for there is not room enough in us for two scents at one time.”

“And my difficulties were these: I found each plant, each new turn in the road, each new turn in the weather, from cold to hot and then back again, each new set of boulders so absorbing, so new, and the newness so absorbing, and I was so in need of an explanation for each thing, that I was often in tears, troubling myself with questions, such as what am I and what is the thing in front of me.”