“The woman didn't taste bad, but she tasted wrong. She smelled good, but it wasn't right.”
“She smelled like a rose, and she tasted like a rose petal.”
“I know one thing you don't. I know the difference between Right and Wrong. They didn't teach you that at school.'Rose didn't answer; the woman was quite right: the two words meant nothing to her. Their taste was extinguished by stronger foods--Good and Evil.”
“She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.”
“Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead." "Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.”
“This cigarette tastes like ass," she said. I wasn't sure what ass tasted like, but she looked like she would know, so I was willing to take her word for it.”