I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais! And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it wa...
I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita. She would be thirteen on January 1. In two years or so she would cease being a nymphet and would turn...
I had once been splintered into a million beings and objects. Today I am one, tomorrow I shall splinter again. And thus everything in the world decants and modulates. That day I was on the crest of a...
I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless a film of flesh envelopes us, we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated fro...
I discovered there was an endless source of robust enjoyment in trifling with psychiatrists.
I broke her spell by incarnating her in another
Dear dad,in consequence of a trivial altercation with a Captain Tapper, of Wild Violet Lodge, whom I happened to step upon in the corridor of a train, I had a pistol duel this morning in the woods nea...
And yet I am happy. Yes, happy. I swear. I swear that I am happy...What does it matter that I am a bit cheap, a bit foul, and that no one appreciates all the remarkable things about me—my fantasy, my...
And now, said Ada, Van is going to stop being vulgar—Imean, stop forever! Because I had and have and shall alwayshave only one beau, only one beast, only one sorrow, only one joy.
A sunset, almost formidable in its splendor, would be lingering in the fully exposed sky. Among its imperceptibly changing amassments, one could pick out brightly stained structural details of celesti...
A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s wh...
A bowling ball rolled through his head, diagonally from nape to temple; it paused and started back.
For the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented, established and used in a millions of years, in millions of lands, on millions of howling creatures.
...I happen to be the kind of author who in starting to work on a book has no purpose than to get rid of that book....
I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her fluffy eyes, or for the natural side-wave of her brown hair, done anyhow, or again for that move...
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
[…] az ostobaság ugyanis mindig a zsúfoltság szinonimája, és semmi sincs jobban tele, mint egy üres fej.
Wspomnienie nie dawało mu spokoju. Można je było wytrzymać przez chwilę i to tylko z perspektywy nieuleczalnej choroby, w wyraźnym przeczuciu nadchodzącej śmierci.
There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.