“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.”

“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. She wa...”

“Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.”

“Life is short. From here to that old car you know so well there is a stretch of twenty, twenty-five paces. It is a very short walk. Make those twenty-five steps. Now. Right now. Come just as...”

“Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece”

“You have to be an artist and a madman...”

“Oh, don't cry, I'm so sorry I cheated so much, but that's the way things are.”

“We all have such fateful objects — it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another — carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here sha...”