Air Quote by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

“People eyed one another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Credit is the air that financial markets breathe, and when the air is poisoned, there's no place to hide.

— Charles R. Morris

When I got inside, I just sort of stood there. There's nothing stranger than the smell of someone else's house. The scent goes right…

— Adam Rapp

“As soon as we were inside, Edwart's family rushed to greet me. What seemed like thirty people circled me, chattering away. "Oh my god,…

— The Harvard Lampoon

In sheepskin coats, I silence the lamb. Do you know who I am Clarice? No cheap cologne whenever I shh-shh. Success never smelled so…

— Jay-Z

“The stuff smelled nasty: like gasoline and dirty socks mixed with something sweet. Kind of like Buckley’s cough syrup.”

— Coreene Callahan

“Consider me an open book" dev said. "Mi casa es su casa." Dev crinkled his nose and smelled the air. "Err, mi nose es…

— Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“He smelled good. Sweat and motorcycle and wintergreen. No stinking weed smoke. No perfume. No sadness. He smelled like love.”

— Bryn Greenwood

“It was nearly five before Jake walked in. He was sunburnt, wet, and smelled faintly of fish. Sexy as hell. Don’t ask me to…

— Josh Lanyon

“Man, she loved the way Remy smelled. Male … warm. Expensive. Idly, she noticed the same scent was on her, now. It was the…

— Shiloh Walker

The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and…

— Shannon Hale

“She wondered if everyone could smell it on her. It smelled like death and coffee, like lilies and dirt, and it permeated her.”

— R.L. Griffin

When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head open it…

— Kate Atkinson

Fans would always want us to sign their sneakers. I'd hold the shoes up to my face and stick my nose in 'em and…

— Marky Ramone

“There was no wind, and, outside now of the warm air of the cave, heavy with smoke of both tobacco and charcoal, with the…

— Ernest Hemingway