A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.

Stirless, I stand at the window, and in the black bowl of the sky glows like a golden drop of honey the mellow moon

My own ultraviolet darling. " Lolita

Words without experience are meaningless.

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

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 was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate: Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass Hang all the furniture above the grass, And how delightful when a fall of snow Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so As to make chair and bed exactly stand Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!