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

“It smells like heartbreak in here,” said Jace.”

“Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”

“Caddy smelled like trees.”

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

“O autumn winds that bake and burn
And all the world to darkness turn,
Now storm and seize and make of me…
A swarm of leaves from Autumn’s Tree!”

“It was one of those winter days in Los Angeles when the wind has swept away the smog and the air is clear and the light still and everything has the immediacy of a dream. I parked on a street called Overland in the Hollywood Hills. It was lined with white-skinned birch trees. Their nude branches shimmered against the sky. Tattered yellow leaves clogged the gutters and the air was scented with the rainy smell of eucalyptus. There were no cars on the street and the houses were barely visible behind walls and fences and sweeping lawns that had never been trod upon except by gardeners.”

“Mark my words, nothing smells worse than burned scorpion.”

“I can smell burning flesh … and I hope to God it's human.”

“138. Well may hee smell fire whose gowne burnes.”