A Quote by Italo Calvino

...Life is nothing but trading smells. — © Italo Calvino
...Life is nothing but trading smells.
A woman smells well when she smells of nothing.
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
...and every Wednesday the perfumed young lady slips me a hundred-crown note to leave her alone with the convict. And by Thursday the hundred crowns are already gone in so much beer. And when the visiting hour is over, the young lady comes out with the stink of jail in her elegant clothes; and the prisoner goes back to his cell with the lady's perfume in his jailbird's suit. And I'm left with the smell of beer. Life is nothing but trading smells.
Don’t ever average losers. Decrease your trading volume when you are trading poorly; increase your volume when you are trading well. Never trade in situations where you don’t have control. For example, I don’t risk significant amounts of money in front of key reports, since that is gambling, not trading.
You know how on the evening news they always tell you that the stock market is up in active trading, or off in moderate trading, or trading in mixed activity, or whatever. Well, who gives a
A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.
Life can be lived at a remove. You trade in futures, and then you trade in derivatives of futures. Banks make more money trading derivatives than they do trading actual commodities.
In a lot of ways, a lot of smells that aren't necessarily edible smell good, and they remind you of certain aspects of food. So making those associations with what smells good or smells a certain way and pairing that with actual edible ingredients is one avenue that we take creatively.
I'm just a huge fan of smells, first of all. I have a bit of an obsession with smells.
Financial institutions like to call what they do trading. Let's be honest. It's not trading; it's betting.
We are a trading nation, and we are trading with Greece, Spain, Italy, Portugal and Ireland.
When Donald Duck traded his wings for arms, was he trading up or trading down?
I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.
Nothing comes easily. My work smells of sweat.
Oh my God. I thought I was going to have an aneurysm right there in line. Your hair smells really good? Your hair smells really good? Who did he think he was? James Bond? You don't tell someone their hair smells good. Not in a mall.
The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]
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