“My own ultraviolet darling. " Lolita”

“for did it not mean I was losing my darling, just when I had secretly made her mine?”

“Adultery is a most conventional way to rise above the conventional.”

“But in my arms she was always Lolita.”

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

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

“A moment later I heard my sweetheart running up the stairs. My heart expanded with such force that it almost blotted me out. I hitched up the pants of my pajamas, flung the door open: and simultaneously Lolita arrived, in her Sunday frock, stamping, panting, and the she was in my arms, her innocent mouth melting under the ferocious pressure of dark male jaws, my palpitating darling!”