“I smell like vitamin C, rose-oil and old smelly socks.”

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

“I don't think the music is all that different, actually. It is produced and presented in a different way. I don't favour one type of music over another. I like music that is melodic, so I like what I am doing now. I haven't abandoned guitars, I am just a little less angry than I was then. I am still proud of Eve's Plum, and I think they could be Vitamin C songs, and some Vitamin C songs could be Eve's Plum songs. I really like this one, it is the best one of all.”

“In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home.
It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard.
I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.”

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”

“And I can hear my mother saying
"Every old sock meets an old shoe"
Isn't that a great saying?”

“The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet - and breaks the heart.”

“Most diseases are deficiency diseases. You're low on a vitamin or a mineral or an oil. There are sixteen vitamins, sixty minerals, and three oils your body needs every day. Just give it plenty, okay. […] And before you get excited about them putting fluoride in your water, you might want to read about the truth behind fluoride that they add to our water systems, and how dangerous that is.”

“Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.”

“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]….”