“He is dangerous, he is beautiful, I could drown in his understanding.”

“His lips met mine again, this time in a slow, soft caress, conveying everything he had just said in those beautiful words that had reached my very soul. I could have drowned in that kiss. I could have lived there for eternity. It filled me up with everything I needed to survive. He gave me life through his lips and I treasured it.”

“If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me.”

“He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.”

“And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!”

“His jaw was slack and his mouth open, and he wondered if perhaps he would drown eventually; drowned by the falling rain.”