I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

I cannot disobey something which I do not know and the reality of which I have the right to deny.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.

...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, toasted the bliss of past and future nights.

My own ultraviolet darling. " Lolita

The rich philistinism emanating from advertisements is due not to their exaggerating (or inventing) the glory of this or that serviceable article but to suggesting that the acme of human happiness is purchasable and that its purchase somehow ennobles the purchaser.

A toothache will cost a battle, a drizzle cancel an insurrection.