I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.
Vladimir NabokovA masterpiece of fiction is an original world and as such is not likely to fit the world of the reader.
Vladimir NabokovI could also distinguish the glint of a special puddle (the one Krug had somehow perceived through the layer of his own life), an oblong puddle invariably acquiring the same form after every shower because of the constant spatulate shape of a depression in the ground. Possibly something of the kind may be said to occur in regard to the imprint we leave in the intimate texture of space. Twang. A good night for nothing.
Vladimir Nabokov