← And they'll wheel us on the cart through all their hate and their laughing and their disgusting smells until we reach the scaffold. 🔊✎
← You'd hardly had time to slam the door and I'd forgiven you. I could still smell your perfume and I'd forgiven you. 🔊✎
← Your arms that are holding me aren't lying? Your strong hands on my back aren't lying to me, and not your smell, and not your warmth, and not that feeling I have when I put my head on your shoulder that I'm here, I'm safe? 🔊✎
← But it gets towards noon, sun's beating down, and suddenly there's no wind so you really notice the smell. I've got my eyes trained on it but the air's shaking like jelly with the heat, you can't see a thing. I go over to the other guy and ask if he's got a smoke. 🔊✎
← First of all, I'm not tender-hearted but I'm kind of fussy: I like things to be clean and neat. You think this doesn't disgust me as much as you, this piece of stinking meat we've left out in the sun? In the evening, when we get the sea breeze, you can smell it even in the palace. It turns my stomach. But all the same, I don't close the window. 🔊✎
← It's horrible, and I can even admit it's stupid, it's disgustingly stupid, but all of Thebes needs that smell in its nostrils for a while. 🔊✎
← And then I'm sure you admired their first cigarettes, their first long trousers; and then they started going out at night, and they smelled like men, and they no longer looked at you at all. 🔊✎
← You saw your mother crying, you saw your father angry, you heard the doors slamming when they came home, and their nasty smiles in the corridors. They walked past you, full of worthless sarcasm, smelling of liquor.. 🔊✎
← That strength and that courage, that god who lifted me in his arms and saved me from monsters and shadows, was that you? That comforting smell in the evening, under the lamp, when you showed me books in your study, do you think that was you? 🔊✎
← And then she went into her bedroom, her bedroom that smelled of lavender, with little embroidered doilies and plush frames, and there she cut her throat, Creon. She is stretched out now on one of the little old-fashioned twin beds, in the same place where you first saw her when she was still a girl, and with the same smile, just a little sadder. And if there weren't that large red stain on the sheets around her neck, you'd think she was asleep. 🔊✎