“...17nastai hugshin emegtei...”

“…my Lolita remarked: “You know, what’s so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own”; and it struck me, as my automaton knees went up and down, that I simply did not know a thing about my darling’s mind and that quite possibly, behind the awful juvenile cliches, there was in her a garden and a twilight, and a palace gate - dim and adorable regions which happened to be lucidly and absolutely forbidden to me, in my polluted rags and miserable convulsions…”

“Solitude was corrupting me. I needed company and care.”

“I want you to leave your incidental Dick, and this awful hole, and come to live with me, and die with me, and everything with me.”

“You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.”

“Caress the detail, the divine detail.”

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