You're one of those people who know whether there is chervil or parsley in the soup at meal-time. That's fine, there's something to be said for that.… - Patrick Süskind

She had a face so charming that visitors of all ages and both sexes would stand stock-still at the sight of her, unable to pull their eyes away, practically licking that face with their eyes, the way tongues work at ice cream, with that typically stupid, single-minded expression on their faces that goes with concentrated licking.

No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid. He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating—and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived in the world outside.

He was very suspicious of inventions, for they always meant that some rule would have to be broken.