You lose your immortality when you lose your memory.

Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

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?

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.

I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise--a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames--but still a paradise.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.