My daughter Lila loves the smell of gasoline - she always says 'Mummy keep the door open ' when I'm filling up the car. I've heard it is one of the most preferred scents in the world - maybe that's something to study for my next fragrance!

Major labels didn't start showing up really until they smelled money and that's all they're ever going to be attracted to is money-that's the business they're in- making money.

Desperation is the perfume of the young actor. It's so satisfying to have gotten rid of it. If you keep smelling it it can drive you crazy. In this business a lot of people go nuts go eccentric even end up dead from it. Not my plan.

Every job is good if you do your best and work hard. A man who works hard stinks only to the ones that have nothing to do but smell.

I always believe that to be the best you have to smell like the best dress like the best act like the best. When you throw your trash in the garbage can it has to be better than anybody else who ever threw trash in the garbage can.

The best smell in the world is that man that you love.

Beauty is an ecstasy it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee the small child and the smiling faces. Smell the rain and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential and fight for your dreams.

Brains don't really smell but what's amazing about the brain is that it's almost like scrambled eggs or soft tofu almost like a gel. The brain controls so much of what we do but you could put your finger right through it.

I have two children and it's amazing how in tune they are with nature with light with smells with time.

Observe record tabulate communicate. Use your five senses. Learn to see learn to hear learn to feel learn to smell and know that by practice alone you can become expert.

When I write about a 15-year old I jump I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

The sanitary and mechanical age we are now entering makes up for the mercy it grants to our sense of smell by the ferocity with which it assails our sense of hearing.