Nabokov

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita."

Vladimir Nabokov Lolita

"We are not sex friends! We do not rape as good soldiers do. We are unhappy, mild, dog-eyed gentlemen, sufficiently well integrated to control our urge in the presence of adults, but ready to give years and years of life for one chance to touch a nymphet. Emphatically, no killers are we. Poets never kill."

Vladimir Nabokov. Lolita

"I watched being drenched with an almost painful convulsion of beauty assimilation"

V. Nabokov. Lolita

"I could not kill her, of course, as some have thought. You see, I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight"

V. Nabokov. Lolita

"And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield whipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears"

V. Nabokov. Lolita

"I was weeping again, drunk on the imposible past"

V. Nabokov. Lolita

"Now, I don´t remember if I have mentioned that Lolita always had an absolutely enchanting smile for strangers, a tender furry slitting of the eyes, a dreamy sweet radiance of all her features which did not mean a thing of course, but was so beautiful, so endearing that one found it hard to reduce such sweetness to but a magic gene automatically lighting up her face in atavistic token of some ancient rite of welcome-hospitable prostitution"

V. Nabokov. Lolita

"And this is the only immortality we may share, my Lolita"

V. Nabokov. Lolita