Quotes by Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

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And because people are stupid and use their noses only for blowing, but believe absolutely anything they see with their — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good an — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
...talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything. — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted. — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
People left him alone. And that was all he wanted. — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
We are familiar with people who seek out solitude: penitents, failures, saints, or prophets. They retreat to deserts, pr — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything exte — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
He had escaped the abhorrent taint! He was truly completely alone! He was the only human being in the world! — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
For here, inside the crypt, was where he truly lived. Which is to say, for well over twenty hours a day in total darknes — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
As he took possession of it, he was overcome by a sense of something like sacred awe. He carefully spread his horse blan — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating - and yet lived as intensively — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
He was a master in the art of spreading boredom and playing the clumsy fool-though never so egregiously that people migh — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonl — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
Moonlight knew no colors and traced the contours of the terrain only very softly. It covered the land a dirty gray, stra — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
…in that moment, as he saw and smelled how irresistible its effect was and how with lightning speed it spread and made c — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
The smell of the sea pleased him so much that he wanted one day to take it in, pure and unadulterated, in such quantitie — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer