Body odour (known also
Body odour (known also as scent of the immortals) is a disgusting condition with an awful, nauseating smell. Gao Xingjian
Smell
Between the covers of
Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Santiago Nasar had often
Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
For a week, almost
For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
He lay back for
He lay back for a little in his bed thinking about the smells of food . . . of the intoxicating breath of bakeries and dullness of buns. . . . He planned dinners, of enchanting aromatic foods . . . endless dinners, in which one could alternate flavour with flavour from sunset to dawn … Read more
Of the many smells
Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic – that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed. Evelyn Waugh
CDs, too. Totally corporate.
CDs, too. Totally corporate. They look real cheap and soulless and they don’t smell of anything. Evan Dando
She’s like snow in
She’s like snow in Russian, said Anna. Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose]. Eva Ibbotson
All the ideals and
All the ideals and beliefs you ever had have crashed about your gun-deafened ears – you don’t believe in God or them or the infallibility of England or anything but bloody war and wounds and foul smells and smutty stories and smoke and bombs and lice and filth and noise, noise, noise – you live … Read more
I can still smell
I can still smell the tear gas in the Hilton Hotel. Eugene McCarthy