“Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?”

“The only sound I'll hear after that will be my own breathing, and the sound of the smell, of my footsteps”

“She places her hands around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I can smell the sex on her, and my hope is that she can smell the love on me.”

“She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.”

“I could smell something. Fear.I could taste it now.It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...”

“Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white.”

“Yes, I know it.In the darkness of my dark beating heart,I know. He'd have loved it alright.You see?Even Death Has A Heart.”