I'm stupid, I'm ugly, I'm dumb, I smell. Did I mention I'm stupid?
The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.
To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.
The smell of pine needles, spruce and the smell of a Christmas tree - those to me, are the scents of the holidays.
pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!
Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.
The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry - actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is determined by the worth of the poem itself.
Odors have an altogether peculiar force, in affecting us through association; a force differing essentially from that of objects addressing the touch, the taste, the sight or the hearing.
Until you walk a mile in another man's moccasins you can't imagine the smell.
Aromatic plants bestowno spicy fragrance while they grow;but crush'd or trodden to the ground,diffuse their balmy sweets around.
A man has his distinctive personal scent which his wife, his children and his dog can recognize. A crowd has a generalized stink. The public is odorless.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.
Sweat is the cologne of accomplishment.
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