“When a kid says "smell my hand," it almost never smells like cinnamon.”
Brian P. Cleary (1959) American writer
Source: You Oughta Know By Now
Radio From Hell (July 13, 2006)
“When a kid says "smell my hand," it almost never smells like cinnamon.”
Brian P. Cleary (1959) American writer
Source: You Oughta Know By Now
Conor McGregor (1988) Irish mixed martial artist and boxer
"UFC 197 press conference" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75xAdA3uVeY (January 2016), Ultimate Fighting Championship, Zuffa, LLC <br class="br">2010s, 2016
Montell Owens (1984) American football player, running back
"Vegan athletes solve the 'protein problem'" https://abc7.com/archive/9060743/, interview with ABC 7 (April 10, 2013).
Donald J. Trump (1946) 45th President of the United States of America
Source: 2000s, Lines marking the introduction of Trump Steaks by The Sharper Image (2007)
“While he smells like nectar, you smell like a goat.”
Julian (emperor) (331–363) Roman Emperor, philosopher and writer
As quoted in The Barbarian's Beverage: A History of Beer in Ancient Europe (2005) by Max Nelson, p. 28. In this epigram, Julian mocked the beer of the Germans and Celts as disgusting in comparison with wine.
General sources
Context: Who and from where are you Dionysus?
Since by the true Bacchus,
I do not recognize you; I know only the son of Zeus.
While he smells like nectar, you smell like a goat.
Can it be then that the Celts because of lack of grapes
Made you from cereals? Therefore one should call you
Demetrius, not Dionysus, rather wheat born and Bromus,
Not Bromius.
“The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.”
Haruki Murakami book Kafka on the Shore
Source: Kafka on the Shore
Jens Stoltenberg (1959) Norwegian politician, 13th Secretary-General of NATO, 27th Prime Minister of Norway
Interview with Aroop Mukharji https://soundcloud.com/belfercenter/office-hours-jens-stoltenberg-on-nato-russia-and-his-favorite-american-meal?in=belfercenter/sets/office-hours <br class="br">2010s
“It is my job, as a writer, to give the world toffee and peanut brittle and tough steak and celery.”
Caitlín R. Kiernan (1964) writer
(23 June 2003)
Unfit for Mass Consumption (blog entries), 2003
Context: The world wants oatmeal. It is not my job to give the world oatmeal. It is my job not to be a hack. It is my job to try to make the world chew, lest its lazy jaw muscles atrophy and its collective mandible withers and all its teeth fall out. It is my job, as a writer, to give the world toffee and peanut brittle and tough steak and celery. I write peanut butter sandwiches, not oatmeal. And every time some dolt whines, "I'm confused" or "I don't understand" or "This doesn't make any sense," I should smile and know that I'm doing my job. Not because it is my job to be opaque, but because it is not my job to be transparent.