And this is the only immortality you and i may share, my Lolita.

By God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast.

do what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation

Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.

Dostoevky's lack of taste, his monotonous dealings with persons suffering with pre-Freudian complexes, the way he has of wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity - all this is difficult to admire.

Dear Jesus, do something.

I know more than I can express in words, and the little I can express would not have been expressed, had I not known more.