“I had been right: freedom smelled like ozone and thunderstorms and gunpowder all at once, like snow and bonfires and cut grass, it tasted like seawater and oranges.”

“She's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose]….”

“The air tasted just the same, smelled just the same. The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get there.”

“That night’s selection was called Windblown Grass. It didn’t exactly smell like grass to Holden, but it was nice. Just a hint of earthiness to it. Holden had a suspicion that all perfumes were named randomly, anyway.”

“Books and movies are like apples and oranges. They both are fruit, but taste completely different.”

“In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater”

“She wanted to say 'I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage'…”

“Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust - of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold - smells of nothing.”

“For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt--something is gained but something is lost.”

“I like the smell of armpits in the morning. It's like victory.”