Very well, but remember this... I'll be looking at you when you're laid on the cross and the twelve blows are crashing down on your limbs. When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home, I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes... and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until... finally... you perish.
Patrick SüskindHe possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind. There was only one thing that power could not do: it could not make him able to smell himself.
Patrick SüskindHe was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.
Patrick SüskindHe succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.
Patrick Süskind