He was delighted only by moonlight. Moonlight knew no colors and
traced the contours of the terrain only very softly. It covered the
land with a dirty grey, strangling life all night long. This world
molded in lead, where nothing moved but the wind that fell sometimes
like a shadow over the grey forests, and where nothing lived but the
scent of the naked earth, was the only world that he accepted, for it
was much like the world of his soul.
- Perfume, Patrick Suskind