“The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.”

“Men smell of leather. … The leather of huntsmen, furniture movers, porters.”

“A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.”

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

“Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.”

“Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.”

“There was the smell of old books, a smell that has a way of making all libraries seem the same. Some say that smell is asbestos.”

“And the air was full of the smell of burning bridges.”

“When trees burn, they leave the smell of heartbreak in the air.”

“A computer does not smell… if a book is new, it smells great. If a book is old, it smells even better… And it stays with you forever. But the computer doesn’t do that for you. I’m sorry.”