The gin kept my heart alive but bemazed my brain
Beyond the tilled plain, beyond the toy roofs, there would be a low suffusion of inutile loveliness, a low sun in a platinum haze with a warm, peeled-peach tinge pervading the upper edge of a two-dime...
A little downy girl still wearing poppiesstill eating popcorn in the colored gloamwhere tawny Indians took paid croppersbecause you stole herfrom her wax-browed and dignified protectorspitting into hi...
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.Hair: brown. Lips: scarletAge: five thousand three hundred days.
Time means succession, and succession, change: Hence timelessness is bound to disarrange Schedules of sentiment.
There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.
There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor a writer of didactic fiction, and, despite John Ray's assertion, Lolita...
Let at least one word of my writings impregnate the reader's heart.
It is strange that the tactile sense, which is so infinitely less precious to men than sight, becomes at critical moments our main, if not only, handle to reality.
I often felt we lived in a lighted house of glass, and that any moment some thin-lipped parchment face would peer through a carelessly unshaded window to obtain a free glimpse of things that the most...
I love you, I’m waiting for you unbearably.
I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, I hope, will always treat you well, because otherwise my specter shall come out of him, like black smoke, like a demente...
I am quite willing to admit that they are also a deception but right now I believe in them so much that I infect them with truth.
I adore you. I shall never love any-body in my life as I adore you, never and nowhere, neither ineternity, nor in terrenity, neither in Ladore, nor on Terra, where they say our souls go. But! But, my...
Her hair was well brushed that day and sheened darkly in contrast with the lusterless pallor of her neck and arms. She wore the striped tee shirt which in his lone fantasies he especially liked to pee...
For the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented.
Fame in our day is too common to be confused with the enduring glow around the deserving book.
Do those clowns really believe what they teach?
Death often is the point of life's joke.
At the hotel we had separate rooms, but in the middle of the night she came sobbing into mine, and we made it up very gently. You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.