“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
“Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“Moonlight knew no colors and traced the contours of the terrain only very softly. It covered the land a dirty gray, strangling… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“Never before in his life had he known what happiness was. He knew at most some very rare states of numbed contentment.… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
There comes a time in every man's life when he needs his own toilet. — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“He no longer yearned for his life in the cave. He had experienced that life once and it had proved unlivable. Just… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“He was finally able to bask in his own existence; and he found it splendid.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his… — Patrick Süskind 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
