Aravind Adiga Quotes

I don't like bad smells.

What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived. The odors of fruits waft me to my southern home, to my childhood frolics in the peach orchard. Other odors, instantaneous and fleeting, cause my heart to dilate joyously or contract with remembered grief. Even as I think of smells, my nose is full of scents that start awake sweet memories of summers gone and ripening fields far away.

Good God, man, what is that smell?" He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak. "Life," answered the doctor.

No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

Writers speak stench.

Men still wear cologne, but I wish they wouldn't. No matter what you may believe, all men's fragrances smell like the air freshener in a taxi.

Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.

Goats are really cute, especially little ones. But they do smell a little bit.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote: stink. Stank. Stunk.

When a kid says "smell my hand," it almost never smells like cinnamon.

A thing that has always baffled me about women is that they will saturate themselves with a pint of perfume, a pound of sachet powder, an evil-smelling lip rouge, a peculiar-smelling hair ointment and a half-dozen varieties of body oils, and then have the effrontery to complain of the aroma of a fine dollar cigar.

I love that smell of the emissions!

What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.

The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.

A rose will smell as sweet by any other name, but it must be the rose of liberty that I want and not the artificial product.

I'm obsessed with smells even more than makeup.

Hydrogen selenide, I decided, was perhaps the worst smell in the world. But hydrogen telluride came close, was also a smell from hell. An up-to-date hell, I decided, would have not just rivers of fiery brimstone, but lakes of boiling selenium and tellurium, too.

Stevie Wonder always smells so good... I'm like a DEA dog, I can smell people a block away!

I've been told I smell good. I don't look like I smell good.

It's hard to soar with the eagles when you're surrounded by turkeys.

Not until it starts to stink does the inevitable happen.