#smell

The author O. Henry taught me about the value of the unexpected. He once wrote about the noise of flowers and the smell of birds - the birds were chickens and the flowers dried sunflowers rattling against a wall. ↗

— Chuck Jones

#against #author #birds #chickens #dried

You know, I love plays. I love the smell of a theater. The old rooms and the carpet and all that stuff. I love to tell stories. Even before I was doing music, I saw myself as a director. ↗

— R. Kelly

#carpet #director #doing #even #i

Let's keep the chemists over here and the food over here, that's my feeling. What do I know? But that is a big aspect of fast food is their ability to artificially taint the colors and the smells and stuff to stimulate appetite. ↗

— Greg Kinnear

#appetite #artificially #aspect #big #chemists

I love to smell like roses, literally all day! ↗

— Rachel Roy

#day #i #i love #like #literally

pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower! ↗

— John Green

#complaining #funny #graduation #humor #john-green

Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.” “Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows. There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter. “Shut up, idiot. ↗

— Jennifer Estep

#billy #bobby #funny #gin-blanco #humor

There's very little you're not exposed to in New York City, in terms of ideas and physical things - sights, sounds, smells, different kinds of people. But one good thing about growing up fast is you get over it fast, too. ↗

— Olivia Thirlby

#city #different #different kinds #exposed #fast

Everything I buy is vintage and smells funny. Maybe that's why I don't have a boyfriend. ↗

— Lucy Liu

#boyfriend #buy #everything #funny #i

Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself. ↗

— Patrick Süskind

#smell #life

So it’s fate then?” I asked with him so close my lips brushed the line of his jaw with each word, “Us being together?” “Absolutely,” Calvin said with a low growl. Then he lifted my chin, tilting my head back, and kissed me deeply. Who was I to argue with Fate? ↗

— E.J. Stevens

#paranormal-romance #romance #she-smells-the-dead #spirit-guide-series #supernatural