My characters are galley slaves.
What surprises you in life? The marvel of consciousness -- that sudden window swinging open on a sunlit landscape amidts the night of non-being.
I think she always nursed a small mad hope.
I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.
Most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons.
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.