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“So spoke Grenouille the Great and, while the peasantry of scent danced and celebrated beneath him, he glided with wide-stretched wings down from his golden clouds, across the nocturnal fields of his soul, and home to his heart.”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“He was so full of disgust, disgust at the world and at himself, that he could not weep.”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“I know. I'm very hard to talk to. I realize that.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“Baldini stood up. He opened the jalousie and his body was bathed to the knees in the sunset, caught fire like a burnt-out torch glimmering low. He saw the deep red rim of the sun behind the Louvre and the softer fire across the slate roofs of the city. On the river shining like gold below him, the ships had disappeared. And a wind must have come up, for gusts were serrating the surface, and it glittered now here, now there, moving ever closer, as if a giant hand were scattering millions of louis-d’or over the water. For a moment it seemed the direction of the river had changed: it was flowing toward Baldini, a shimmering flood of pure gold.”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer