He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent. — Patrick Süskind
Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame. — Patrick Süskind
It was good, really, that this external world still existed, if only as a place of refuge. — Patrick Süskind
How quickly the apparently solidly laid foundation of one’s existence could crumble. — Patrick Süskind