Bibliophilia Quote by Joan London

“Breathing through his mouth, he found he could taste the air. It was the taste of an old, abandoned book; of a damp cemetery…

— Ambrose Ibsen

“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees,…

— Elizabeth Enright

“There was a smell about the place, which I imagined as the smell of misery and fear, though I supposed it was no more…

— Diana Gabaldon

“She was home, among the mayor's books of every color and description, with their silver and gold lettering. She could smell the pages. She…

— Markus Zusak

“It was a musty sweet smell. "Is this plague city?”

— Thaddeus Nowak

“He smells safe, too, like sunlit walks in the orchard and silent breakfasts in the dining hall. And in the moments before I drift…

— Veronica Roth

“He wanted nothing more than to bury his nose in her armpits and pubis, inhaling those earthy odors cached in her peculiarly scant body…

— Jennifer Foehner Wells

“Then she saw him stop and wipe his brow with his handkerchief. Once, twice. And then once again. But she did not see the…

— Wolfgang Borchert

“It looked like a place old ladies might go to die and remain undiscovered until the neighbors noticed a strange smell.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

“He breathed in hard. The stench of blood filled his lungs. Only now for the first time could he truly appreciate it.”

— Shane K.P. O'Neill

“I walked inside and paused for a moment to breathe in the scent of paper and dust—the perfumes of knowledge.”

— Chloe Neill

“He smelled like grass and warm earth, like smoke and semen and horses.”

— George R.R. Martin