“I could smell an arrogance, it was my cheap fragrance.”
“I miss your fragrance, sometimes I miss it this much that I can clearly smell you in the air.”
“And what do I smell like?""Like arrogance and self-adoration," she snapped. "I can smell it a mile off.Why bother saying you didn't help me when it could only have been you?”
“I don't like musty smells. I much prefer less definitive fragrances, like the scent of maybe.”
“Today somebody asked me if I had to lose one of my senses, which would I choose? “Oh my God,” I said, “I’d choose smell.” But of course with that comes the loss of taste too. But who cares? I could eat cheap, flavorless gruel everyday with stinky people and be perfectly happy.”
“Our actions make the fragrance of our lives...Would you smell of plums? Or Vinegar?”