He grew up never letting his mother wash his hockey…

I wasn't scared (during his first at-bat). I just told them (Mo Vaughn & Kevin Mitchell') to give me all that hockey equipment (forearm…

— Roger Clemens

“I've been around and seen the Taj Mahal and the Grand Canyon and Marilyn Monroe's footprints outside Grauman's Chinese, but I've never seen my…

— Marcia Aldrich

When you grow up with a mother who has to wash dishes and clean hotel rooms, you know the importance of having a job,…

— Edward P. Jones

“Sadie scanned the wild tangle of greenery surrounding them. Ferns were striving towards the light, spiraled stems uncoiling into fronds. The sweet scent of…

— Kate Morton

“I loved every part of him. The smell of his skin, the scar on his cheek, the feel of his fingers pressing into my…

— Anna Carey

“Learning became her. She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was…

— Robert Goolrick

“I took a deep, overly exaggerated breath, the sort of over-the-top gesture that was filmed for commercials about scented laundry detergent, but in this…

— Dee Williams

The kids I knew growing up who worked on bikes all loved the smell of gas. It is the liquid agent for speed.

— Rachel Kushner

In the past, I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled freshed, freshly washed or of freshed laundry or fresh sweat or freshly…

— Bernhard Schlink

“She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.”

— Barbara Michaels

“I held it close to my face and smelled the ink. I have always loved the smell of ink in a new book.”

— Chaim Potok

“The night was aromatic with the smell of autumn and the steely fragrance of freshly dampened blacktop. How she loved the smell of road:…

— Joe Hill

“She loved the smell of books. She loved everything about books. It was her escape. She traveled all over the world with them. She…

— Soroosh Shahrivar

“I remember loving pencils. I was fond of paper. I loved the small of textbooks. I loved the way the light from a desk…

— Frederick Barthelme

“I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled fresh, freshly washed or of fresh laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved.”

— Bernhard Schlink