Humbert was perfectly capable of intercourse with Eve, but it was Lilith he longed for.

My own ultraviolet darling. " Lolita

And yet I am happy. Yes, happy. I swear. I swear that I am happy...What does it matter that I am a bit cheap, a bit foul, and that no one appreciates all the remarkable things about me-my fantasy, my erudition, my literary gift...I am happy that I can gaze at myself, for any man is absorbing-yes, really absorbing! ... I am happy-yes, happy!

My God died young. Theolatry i found Degrading, and its premises, unsound. No free man needs God; but was I free?

Have you ever happened, reader, to feel that subtle sorrow of parting with an unloved abode? The heart does not break, as it does in parting with dear objects. The humid gaze does not wander around holding back a tear, as if it wished to carry away in it a trembling reflection of the abandoned spot; but in the best corner of our hearts we feel pity for the things which we did not bring to life with our breath, which we hardly noticed and are now leaving forever. This already dead iventory will not be resurrected in one's memory.

A masterpiece of fiction is an original world and as such is not likely to fit the world of the reader.

I have never seen a more lucid, more lonely, better balanced mad mind than mine.