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the gin kept my heart alive but bemazed my brain

even then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound of your raucous young voice, my Lolita.

If there is anything of which I am certain in life it is that I shall never exchange the liberty of my exile for the vile parody of home.

Good by-aye! she chanted, my American sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this.

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying.

Oh, my Lolita, I have only words to play with!

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

Your silence was effortless and windless, like the silence of clouds or plants. All silence is the recognition of a mystery. There was much about you that seemed mysterious. A

A system of cells interlinked within Cells interlinked within cells interlinked Within one stem. And dreadfully distinct Against the dark, a tall white fountain played.

And finally: I reserve for myself the right to yearn after an ecological niche: ...Beneath the sky Of my America to sigh For one locality in Russia. (a passage not for 'general readers' but for 'idiots')

she surrenders her bulk to the wicker armchair, which, out of sheer fright, bursts into a salvo of crackling.

On Saturday, they will have an evening of…aphorisms. Everyone must think of an aphorism on the subject of suffering and pleasure.

By this time I was in a state of excitement bordering on insanity; but I also had the cunning of the insane.

If sex is the sermon made of art, love is the lady of that tower.

If you want to make a movie out of my book, have one of these faces gently melt into my own, while I look.

I do not want, John. You know I do not understand what is advertisement and what is not advertisement.

Certain tight parentheses have been opened and allowed to spill their still active contents.

Dr. Falternfels was writing and smiling; his sandwich was half unwrapped; his dog was dead.

There is nothing so banal in the world,' said Ada 'than pitching stones at a hawfinch.

My loathings are simple. stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.

Religion is boring and alien to me and relates no more than a chimera to what is to me the reality of the spirit.

I shall vomit,' said Hugh, 'if you persist in pestering me with all that odious rot.'

Unless it can be proven to me—to me as I am now, today, with my heart and my beard, and my putrefaction—that, in the infinite run it does not matter a jot that a North American girl child named Dolores Haze had been deprived of her childhood by a maniac, unless this can be proven (and if it can, life is a joke) I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.' Lolita, Part II, Chapter 31

but I say give me rain, rain, rain on the shingle roof for roses and inspiration every time