Quote by Michael Chabon

“Joe went all the way home with his mouth wide open, to rinse the rum out with as much air as possible.”

— Charles Dickens

“He smelled like smoke too, and under it was the edge of apple pies-spice and goodness. Jesus. Even after all that he smelled like…

— Lili St. Crow

“Although he, like all people, secretely enjoyed the smell of his own farts, the smell of his shit was somethig else. It was so…

— Jonathan Franzen

“And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself,…

— Patrick Süskind

“The smell was like chocolate and cookies and biscuits and gravy and everything else that was delicious. It damn near drove me crazy every…

— Diana Rowland

“It was a brisk, polite town. It did not know shit about shit, and did not care to know. Norman Bowker leaned back and…

— Tim O'Brien

“From the kitchen was now issuing the smell of freshly brewed coffee and I heard Frida rumbling about. It was curious, but the smell…

— Erich Maria Remarque

“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

“I feel an irrational craving to gaze at his familiar face from this place of safety all night. But I can't. And I'm being…

— Sophie Kinsella

“The old man was in agony because of gas. He farted tremendously, and then he belched.”

— Kurt Vonnegut

“Sour cream! He had tasted it once and liked to puke.”

— Stephen King

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

— Coreene Callahan