“Jack: Smell?… What do I want with smelling salts?”

“737. The best smell is bread, the best savour salt, the best love that of children.”

“Rochester: [checking his equipment] Shaving cream, brush, razor, smelling salts.”

“But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?”

“What do I miss? Second-hand bookshops where I can find things I had no idea I wanted. AbeBooks helps, but it doesn't have that smell.”

“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.”

“The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood”

“Adrian: Do you smell that?"
Sydney: “I smell the paint, and… wait… is that pine?”
Adrian: “Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned. With these hands, these hands that don’t do manual labor.”

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

“When I see the children of the martyrs, I want to smell their scent, and I lose myself.”