All colors made me happy: even gray.My eyes were such that literally theyTook photographs.
Ah, gentle drivers gliding through summer's black nights, what frolics, what twists of lust, you might see from your impeccable highways if Kumfy Kabins were suddenly drained of their pigments and bec...
Hot, opalescent, thick tears that poets and lovers shed)...
But that mimosa grove - the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since.this...
A person hoping to become a poet must have the capacity of thinking of several things at a time.
A man who has decided upon self-destruction is far removed from mundane affairs, and to sit down and write his will would be, at that moment, an act just as absurd as winding up one’s watch, since tog...
We fell to wrestling again. We rolled all over the floor, in each other's arms, like two huge helpless children. He was naked and goatish under his robe, and I felt suffocated as he rolled over me. I...
There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness.
Next day, after lunch, I went to see our doctor, a friendly fellow whose perfect bedside manner and complete reliance on a few patented drugs adequately masked his ignorance of, and indifference to, m...
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
I was also supposed to quiz my various companions on a number of important matters such as nostalgia, fear of unknown animals, food fantasies, nocturnal emissions, hobbies, choice of radio program, ch...
But they are practically brother and sister, ejaculated Marina, thinking as many stupid people do that practically works both ways - reducing the truth of a statement and making a truism sound like th...
A doua zi și în zilele următoare, se așeza în același loc, interpretând amator, dar destul de bine, rolul singuraticului excentric: la ora obișnuită, în locul obișnuit. Sosirea fetei, răsuflarea ei, p...
And the red sun of desire and decision (the two things that create a live world) rose higher and higher, while upon a succession of balconies a succession of libertines, sparkling glass in hand, toast...
Van tortured himself with thoughts of insufficient filial affection—a long story of unconcern, amused scorn, physical repulsion, and habitual dismissal. He looked around, making wild amends, willing h...