Quotes About Association

It was the cash that brought him to Bisbee, not the prized yellow metal.

Call it theft of Mr. Spock's logic.

Why do you have a picture of my mentor, Siri, on the shelf above your fireplace? - Evaline. ... That's not your mentor... That's my mother, Desiree. - Mina

Rumors have flourished in worse soil than this.

If the correct things belonged to you, perhaps you might belong.

I was a skinny guy, but I was morbidly obese with doom.

Do we judge a man by the weight of the envelope-or whom he gives it to?

Socialism has now become completely or almost completely identical with Bolshevism; that

Once you put a romantic image in someone's head, it's hard to get it out.

At sociis subita gelidus formidine sanguis deriguit;

Nature, who has played so many queer tricks upon us, making us so unequally of clay and diamonds...

the whole of Victorian literature done up in grey paper & neatly tied with string

Me produce un gran placer estar sola […] elimino el dolor que me produce la gente. Quizás sea el placer más fuerte que conozco.

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

memory can restore to life everything except smells, although nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

I think she always nursed a small mad hope.

I always call him Lewis Carroll Carroll, because he was the first Humbert Humbert.

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

twirling in his fingers the mummy of a cigar

what was the name of that hotel, you know [nose puckered], come on, you know—with those white columns and the marble swan in the lobby? Oh, you know [noisy exhalation of breath]—the hotel where you raped me. Okay, skip it. I mean, was it [almost in a whisper] The Enchanted Hunters? Oh, it was? [musingly] Was it

that the girl forms her ideals of romance and of men from her association with her father

Had I not somehow tampered with her fate by involving her image in my voluptas

Where, where... M'sieur Pierre mimicked him. You know where. Off to do chop-chop.

as if it were a point of honor—which, indeed, a point of art often is.