2 Quotes by Oz

I summon it, and it returns to me, a slightly coarse, dusty, but strong and pleasant smell, reminescent of touching rough sackcloth, and its borders on the memory of the feel of his skin, his flowing locks, his thick mustache that rubbed against the skin of my cheek and gave me a pleasant feeling, like being in a warm, dark old kitchen on a winter day. p.34

The smell of my uncle's enormous library would accompany me all the days of my life: the dusty, enticing odor of seven hidden wisdoms, the smell of a silent, secluded life devoted to scholarship, the life of a secretive hermit, the severe silence of ghost billowing up from the deepest wells of knowledge, the whisper of dead sages, outpouring of secret thoughts of long-buried authors, the cold caress of the desires of preceding generations. p.47-48