“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.”

“Leave your incidental Dick.”

“…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…”

“Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me.”

“One last word are you quite quite ure that - well not tomorrow of course and not after tomorrow but - well - some day any day you will not come to live with me I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries if you give me that microscopic hope.”

“Measure me while I live - after it will be too late.”

“Be true to your Dick.”