“Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
This perfume was not like any perfume known before. It was not a scent that made things smell better... it was completely… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
Odours have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions or will. The persuasive power of an odour cannot… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“The rivers stank, the marketplaces stank, the churches stank, it stank beneath the bridges and in the palaces. The peasant stank as… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“On the other hand, everyday language soon would prove inadequate for designating all the olfactory notions that he had accumulated within himself.… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“Although he had used it very sparingly, the perfume that he had mixed in Montpellier was slowly was slowly running out. He… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“He had used only a drop of his perfume for his performance in Grasse. There was enough left to enslave the whole… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“This scent had a freshness, but not the freshness of limes or pomegranates, not the freshness of myrrh or cinnamon bark or… — Patrick Suskind Copy Share Image
“In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women.… — Patrick Suskind Copy Share Image
“He had no use for sensual gratification, unless that gratification consisted of pure, incorporeal odors.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
“...if you could not close a door behind you to take a shit in the city - even if it was just the door… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
With one glance he had got himself trapped in the brown fundament of her eyes, he was in danger of sinking, as if into… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
“…in that moment, as he saw and smelled how irresistible its effect was and how with lightning speed it spread and made captives of… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
“People even travelled to Lapland, up there in the North, with its eternal ice and savages who gorged themselves on raw fish.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly proud. For… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they couldn't escape… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
“The wind blew cold, and he was freezing, but he did not notice that he was freezing, for within him was a counterfrost, fear.” — Patrick Suskind Copy Share
“Something was happening while you waited. The most essential thing was happening. And even if he himself was doing nothing, it was happening through… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
“Although he had used it very sparingly, the perfume that he had mixed in Montpellier was slowly was slowly running out. He created a… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
“This scent had a freshness, but not the freshness of limes or pomegranates, not the freshness of myrrh or cinnamon bark or curly mint… — Patrick Suskind Copy Share
And because people are stupid and use their noses only for blowing, but believe absolutely anything they see with their eyes, they will say… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
It was good, really, that this external world still existed, if only as a place of refuge. — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
“And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself,… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share
