Quote by Patrick Süskind

“He was lying a hundred and fifty feet below the Earth, inside the loneliest mountain in France - as if in his own grave. Never in his life had he felt so secure, certainly not is his mother's belly. The world could go up in flames out there, but he would not even notice it here. He began to cry softly. He did not know who to thank for such good fortune... We are familiar with people who seek out solitude: penitents, failures, saints, or prophets... Grenouille's case was nothing of the sort. There was not the least notion of God in his head. He was not doing penance nor waiting for some supernatural inspiration. He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. 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 hearty hardly beating - and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived in the wide world outside.”

Quote by Patrick Süskind