And finally - he was neither able nor willing to prevent it - the self-loathing dammed up inside him spilled over and gushed out, gushed out of glaring eyes that grew ever grimmer, angrier, beneath the rim of his cap, flooding the outside world as perfect, vulgar hate.
Patrick Süskind...talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything.
Patrick SüskindIt was good, really, that this external world still existed, if only as a place of refuge.
Patrick SüskindAnd suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.
Patrick Süskind