Alexandra Bracken Quotes

To be honest, I've never told anybody they have bad breath. When I do recognize that, I try not to breathe when they come near.

What's that smell?" I froze. What? Did I really smell so distasteful he had only to lean in my direction to catch a putrid whiff of me? I stayed the urge to break his freaking nose for pointing out my stinkiness. He sniffed again. "I can't place it." "How bad is it?" I asked, my cheeks heating. "It's good. Some kind of flower." My first thought: Hurray! I don't stink. My second: Ohmygod!

I've been told I smell good. I don't look like I smell good.

There are three things that smell of fish. One of them is fish. The other two are growing on you!

Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.

I think privacy is important, and it's important you don't bore people with your own boring self.

Smell is a long-distance sense, a way of stretching time and finding out in advance what lies ahead.

… it is at home and not in public that one should wash ones dirty linen.

I don't like people seeing how I behave, walk, eat, and stay.

I don't want to be the person who has the gigantic headlines: 'Look Who So-and-So Is Dating Now.' That, to me, isn't really who I am.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

There are other people on the Internet. It's awesome. You get all the benefits of 'other people' without the body odor and the eye contact.

I found the candles—atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine.

I don't hide from cameras or anything. It doesn't bother me. I don't seek our press for the women I'm dating, but if it finds me, it finds me.

One of the problems, hanging out with me, is that I can turn any topic into a toxic horror story. I've lost two girlfriends and a job by reading an ingredients label out loud, with annotations, at the wrong time.

I wash with my own soap-wear my own perfume...got to bed on my own sheets... have my own food products. I live on me.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

A thing that has always baffled me about women is that they will saturate themselves with a pint of perfume, a pound of sachet powder, an evil-smelling lip rouge, a peculiar-smelling hair ointment and a half-dozen varieties of body oils, and then have the effrontery to complain of the aroma of a fine dollar cigar.

I think a woman's opinion on what her man smells like is very important, so I like to let a man know what I think about how he smells. I think going by personality is hard when trying to find a fragrance for someone else. It should come down to what smells good to you. I would tell my man, "Hey babe, I bought this new cologne for you," in the nicest possible way. But a man has to smell good. And not too much - just a little, that's all you need.

Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.

We humans will never know how meadows or mountains smell, but deer and horses and pigs do. Bando sniffs deeply and shakes his head. We were left out when it comes to smelling things, he says. I would love to be able to smell a mountain and follow my nose to it.

I'll usually wash my hair and let it air-dry wavy, but if I'm just in a hang-out mood, I won't even wash it. I'll wait until it smells.

I love my job. But all the stuff that comes with it, the thought of being propelled into the limelight again is not something I sit around and fantasize about, certainly. I'd much rather just do my work, and then go home and read my books and watch movies.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

Can you stand a little closer?" "Hmm?" "You smell good. I like to smell you.