“And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“...his sleep, though deep as death itself, was not dreamless this time, but threaded with ghostly wisps of dreams. These wisps were clearly recognizable as scraps of odors. At first they merely floated in thin threads past Grenouille's nose, but… — Patrick Suskind Copy Share Image
“He had no use for sensual gratification, unless that gratification consisted of pure, incorporeal odors.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“...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 Image
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 Image
“…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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself.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 Image
“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 Image
