Agents Quote by Rachel Kushner

The difference between a gas and a liquid is that in the former, the atoms and molecules move to and fro in an independent…

— William Henry Bragg

“Remember how you were mad for motorcross? You’d spend all weekend the track, or fixing up bikes. You loved it so much. Didn’t I…

— Clare Mackintosh

“I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled fresh, freshly washed or of fresh laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved.”

— Bernhard Schlink

“Sadie scanned the wild tangle of greenery surrounding them. Ferns were striving towards the light, spiraled stems uncoiling into fronds. The sweet scent of…

— Kate Morton

“I loved every part of him. The smell of his skin, the scar on his cheek, the feel of his fingers pressing into my…

— Anna Carey

“Learning became her. She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was…

— Robert Goolrick

“I took a deep, overly exaggerated breath, the sort of over-the-top gesture that was filmed for commercials about scented laundry detergent, but in this…

— Dee Williams

“He grew up never letting his mother wash his hockey equipment, preferring instead to air it outdoors, because he loved the smell so much.”

— Shawna Richer

In the past, I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled freshed, freshly washed or of freshed laundry or fresh sweat or freshly…

— Bernhard Schlink

“She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.”

— Barbara Michaels

“I held it close to my face and smelled the ink. I have always loved the smell of ink in a new book.”

— Chaim Potok

“The night was aromatic with the smell of autumn and the steely fragrance of freshly dampened blacktop. How she loved the smell of road:…

— Joe Hill

“She loved the smell of books. She loved everything about books. It was her escape. She traveled all over the world with them. She…

— Soroosh Shahrivar

“I remember loving pencils. I was fond of paper. I loved the small of textbooks. I loved the way the light from a desk…

— Frederick Barthelme

“Reaching out, I grab his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. And I move into his space until we're not even an inch…

— Elizabeth Norris