My answer to your question'Does the writer have a social responsibility?' is NO.You owe me ten cents, sir.

It is nothing but a kind of a microcosmos of communism - all that psychiatry', rumbled Pnin ... 'Why not leave their private sorrow to people? Is sorrow not, one asks, the only thing in the world people really possess?

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.

There is nothing in the world that I loathe more than group activity, that communal bath where the hairy and slippery mix in a multiplication of mediocrity.

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

The more gifted and talkative one's characters are, the greater the chances of their resembling the author in tone or tint of mind.

Imagination without knowledge leads no farther than the back yard of primitive art, the child's scrawl on the fence, and the crank's message in the market place. Art is never simple.