Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you di...
No one wants to admit we're addicted to music. That's just not possible. No one's addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. We can't bear to be without it, but no, nobody's addic...
As the shabby section of the audience rose to its feet, waving its hats and food-wrappers, a rich, stale smell wafted through the auditorium. It had something of the fog on the boulevard outside, where the pavements were sticky with rain, but also so...
Up until then, whenever anyone had mentioned the possibility of making a film adaptation, my answer had always been, ‘No, I’m not interested.’ I believe that each reader creates his own film inside his head, gives faces to the characters, const...
Have you ever thought, thought your heart would break? Wished you could cut open your chest tear it out to stop the pain? Why don´t you riot like everyone else. I don't care, life's too long. You can have any man you want. I want him...except him. A...
Clark Griswald: Roy... can I call you Roy? Have you even driven cross-country? Roy Walley: Oh, hell yes. Drove the whole family to Florida. Worst two weeks I ever spent in my life. The smell from the back seat was terrible. Clark Griswald: Ooooh. Ooo...
Nokes: [after breaking up fight] So you Hell's Kitchen's Boys get any lunch? Young Michael: I got to smell it. Nokes: [laughing] You got to smell it, that's good [boys start walking back to line] Nokes: , Hey, Hey, Hey, where you going? Young Michael...
Trust no one, I scold myself. Even if they smell good.
You smell like a litter box.
I have two children and it's amazing how in tune they are with nature, with light, with smells, with time.
She smelled of talcum powder and Big Red.
Her words didn’t have the acrid smell of death.
My studio is not arty. It doesn't smell of turpentine, and I'm not knee-high in paper.
cherry red denim torn holding close the smell of warm
Everything I buy is vintage and smells funny. Maybe that's why I don't have a boyfriend.
I love a nicely groomed guy who smells good. That's important.
Until you walk a mile in another man's moccasins you can't imagine the smell.
I fall in love with any girl who smells of library paste.
Soul, soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No.
I think smells, like sounds, can be so much immediately affecting.
I judge people on how they smell, not how they look.
