The lovely thing about humanity is that at times one may be unaware of doing right, but one is always aware of doing wrong.
Speaking of novels,’ I said, ‘you remember we decided once, you, your husband and I, that Proust’s rough masterpiece was a huge, ghoulish fairy tale, an asparagus dream, totally unconnected with any p...
She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky,...
She groped for words. I supplied them mentally (' broke my heart. merely broke my life').
Shall we take these candles with us and sit for a while on the piazza, or do you want to go to bed and nurse that tooth?Nurse that tooth.
Reader! What a foolish Hamburg that Hamburg was! Since his supersensitive system was loath to face the actual scene, he thought he could at least enjoy a secret part of it—which reminds one of the te...
Old Azureus's manner of welcoming people was a silent rhapsody. Ecstatically beaming, slowly, tenderly, he would take your hand between his soft palms, hold it thus as if it were a long sought treasur...
Oh, Lolita, you are my girl, as Vee was Poe's and Bea Dante's, and what little girl would not like to whirl in a circular skirt and scanties?
O my Carmen, my Carmen! Something, something those something nights And the stars, and the cars, and the bars and the barmen ~
Nobody strolled and laughed on the sidewalks as relaxing burghers would in sweet, mellow, rotting Europe.
Nincs több pusztítás, Van. Csak szerelem.
My God died young. Theolatry i foundDegrading, and its premises, unsound.No free man needs God; but was I free?
Many accepted authors simply do not exist for me. Their names are engraved on empty graves, their books are dummies, they are complete nonentities insofar as my taste in reading is concerned. Brecht,...
Lolita, luz de mi vida, fuego de mis entrañas. Pecado mío, alma mía. Lo-li-ta: la punta de la lengua emprende un viaje de tres pasos paladar abajo hasta apoyarse, en el tercero, en el borde de los die...
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
Las regiones apacibles y vagas en que me movía eran patrimonio de los poetas, no el terreno del crimen
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
Just as the universal family of gifted writers transcends national barriers, so is the gifted reader a universal figure, not subject to spatial or temporal laws. It is he—the good, the excellent reade...
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
It is not easy to describe lucidly in short notes to a poem the various approaches to a fortified castle,