"Get thee back to the aroma of birth," Dr. Robbins had told the Countess, "for the smells of the female body, the smells you have sought to kill with your totalitarian chemicals, are the very smells of birth, the strong odors of the essence of existence. The nose that is offended by the hot perfume of the cunt is a nose unsuited for this world, and should be sniffing gold on the scrubbed streets of Heaven. The vagina reeks of life and love and the infinite et cetera. O vagina! Your salty incense, your mushroom moon musk, your deep waves of clam honey breaking against the cold steel of civilization; vagina, draw our noses to the grind-stone of ecstasy, and let us die smelling as we did when we were born!"
- Tom Robbins – Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

