A Quote by Jim Harrison

Riesling? It smells like an intensive care ward. — © Jim Harrison
Riesling? It smells like an intensive care ward.
I went to NYU undergraduate, then for a Master's in English, and got a summer job at St. Vincent's. I was a ward clerk handling everything in an intensive care unit.
Traditional agriculture was labour intensive, industrial agriculture is energy intensive, and permaculture-designed systems are information and design intensive.
I like white wine, Riesling.
I'm from downtown New Orleans. Downtown consists of the 7th ward, the 8th ward, the 9th ward.
I have a candle on the bus that smells like caramel brownie. I love anything that smells like food!
If it smells like fish its a dish. If it smells like cologne leave it alone.
A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
Different people's houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It'd probably be a litter box... sweaty socks... and burnt bacon. That probably is what it smells like.
People - Hollywood doesn't talk about how bad cigarette smells when it smells like they wake up in bed with somebody who has been smoking the night before.
The patient is in intensive care but still alive.
I knew a book of mine was finished when I was in intensive care.
I've collected John Ward pieces for years. Ward represents ideas of nature and of sediments.
I think a woman's opinion on what her man smells like is very important, so I like to let a man know what I think about how he smells. I think going by personality is hard when trying to find a fragrance for someone else. It should come down to what smells good to you. I would tell my man, "Hey babe, I bought this new cologne for you," in the nicest possible way. But a man has to smell good. And not too much - just a little, that's all you need.
When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.
England is nothing but the last ward of the European madhouse, and quite possibly it will prove to be the ward for particularly violent cases.
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