I don't want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me.

I know more than I can express in words, and the little I can express would not have been expressed, had I not known more.

All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter.

Humbert was perfectly capable of intercourse with Eve, but it was Lilith he longed for.

Whatever his secret was, I have learnt one secret too, and namely: that the soul is but a manner of being - not a constant state - that any soul may be yours, if you find and follow its undulations. The hereafter may be the full ability of consciously living in any chosen soul, in any number of souls, all of them unconscious of their interchangeable burden.

Another tormentor inquired if it was true that I had installed two ping-pong tables in my basement. I asked, was it a crime? No, he said, but why two? Is that a crime? I countered, and they all laughed.

To a greater or lesser extent there goes on in every person a struggle between two forces: the longing for privacy and the urge to go places: the introversion, interest directed within oneself toward one's own inner life of vigorous thought and fancy; and extroversion, interest directed outward, toward the external world of people and tangible values.