Arthur Miller Quotes

You have a visceral, physical response to being in [the real] places, and the sights and sounds and the smells just bring something else out in you. You're not having to fake that or imagine that. It's there. It becomes as much an act of something you bounce off as the other people you're working with.

Sensual is everything that refers to the delight of the senses. And that's what artists do, is stimulate the senses in any possible way.

I think a fragrance is all about sensations and imagery, and can evoke visions, feelings and thoughts.

The hairs stand up on the back of my neck at certain music.

Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

And, she was able to tell herself with some satisfaction, the man in question - one Colin Bridgerton - felt precisely the same way.... ....His earth shook, his heart leaped, and Penelope knew without a doubt that his breath was taken away as well. For a good ten seconds. Falling off a horse tended to do that to a man.

Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.

You walk into a room, see a woman, and something happens. It's chemical. What are you going to do about it?

Was it love at first sight? It wasn't then - but it sure is now.

It was very pleasant to savor its aroma, for smells have the power to evoke the past, bringing back sounds and even other smells that have no match in the present. -Tita

Some automatic device clicked in her big brain, and her knees felt weak, and there was a chilly feeling in her stomach. She was in love with this man. They don't make memories like that anymore

Music bypasses the intellect, it makes you laugh, makes you cry, makes you want to dance, makes you want to have sex.

Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could reproduce them mentally with ease: and now, as they again confronted him, clothed with colour and life, they sent an aura over his flesh, a breeze through his nerves, which wellnigh produced a qualm; and actually produced, by some mysterious physiological process, a prosaic sneeze.

Music is at once the most wonderful, the most alive of all the arts- it is the most abstract, the most perfect, the most pure- and the most sensual. I listen with my body and it is my body that aches in response to the passion and pathos embodied in this music.

She was not filled up with the sight of him, the way she had seen her sisters fill up, like silk balloons, like wineskins. Instead, he seemed to land heavily within her, like a black stone falling.

But then people don't read literature in order to understand; they read it because they want to re-live the feelings and sensations which they found exciting in the past. Art can be a lot of things; but in actual practice, most of it is merely the mental equivalent of alcohol and cantharides.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

My knees buckled. It's the last thing I expected

You could feel the place going crazy because we hadn't been on stage together for maybe 35 years and the audience could just feel us in the darkness come on and they went nuts. It made the little hairs stand up on the back of my neck and we sang Sit on My Face, which I thought was wonderfully appropriate for George's memorial, and then we bowed and we showed our bare asses.

I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.

I want a woman who can arouse my intellect as well as my loins.

Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.

You may almost forget the smell of your family.

She must be assured that it is not a criminal offense to love at first sight.