I can smell him. The oils that he uses on his feet, pomegranate and sandalwood; the salt of clean sweat; the hyacinths we had walked through, their scent crushed against our ankles. Beneath it all is his own smell, the one I go to sleep with, the one I wake up to.
-Madeline Miller
Select a background
More quotes by Madeline Miller
Popular Authors
A curated listing of popular authors.