Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

My God died young. Theolatry i found Degrading, and its premises, unsound. No free man needs God; but was I free?

Coordinating there Events and objects with remote events And vanished objects. Making ornaments Of accidents and possibilities.

Let the credulous and the vulgar continue to believe that all mental woes can be cured by a daily application of old Greek myths to their private parts.

a man who has decided upon self-destruction is far removed from mundane affairs, and to sit down and write his will would be, at that moment, an act just as absurd as winding up one’s watch, since together with the man, the whole world is destroyed; the last letter is instantly reduced to dust and, with it, all the postmen; and like smoke, vanishes the estate bequeathed to a nonexistent progeny.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.