Do those clowns really believe what they teach?

Who can say what heartbreaks are caused in a dog by our discontinuing a romp?

Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let's even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling.

My Lolita remarked: "You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own"; and it struck me, as my automaton knees went up and down, that I simply did not know a thing about my darling's mind and that quite possibly, behind the awful juvenile cliches, there was in her a garden and a twilight, and a palace gate - dim and adorable regions which happened to be lucidly and absolutely forbidden to me, in my polluted rags and miserable convulsions.

It is a singular reaction, this sitting still and writing, writing, writing, or ruminating at length, which is much the same, really.

Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.

My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.