There was no Lo to behold.

There is only one school of literature - that of talent.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.

A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.

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.

An active and creative reader is a re-reader.