The spiral is a spiritualized circle. In the spiral form, the circle, uncoiled, has ceased to be vicious; it has been set free.

You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

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 think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child.

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

In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.

Do those clowns really believe what they teach?