“I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.”

“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.”

“I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais! And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it, my little one. Lolita girl, brave Dolly Schiller.”

“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!”

“Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name.”