The lost glove is happy.

Dear Jesus, do something.

There was no Lo to behold.

The square root of I is I.

Solitude was corrupting me.

Look at this tangle of thorns.

We are most artistically caged.

My characters are galley slaves.

My little cup brims with tiddles.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan.

I think it is all a matter of love.

The tiny madman in his padded cell.

A good laugh is the best pesticide.

I confess, I do not believe in time.

My own ultraviolet darling. " Lolita

One is always at home in one's past.

Caress the detail, the divine detail.

Satire is a lesson, parody is a game.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Let all of life be an unfettered howl.

Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!

Nymphets do not occur in polar regions.

... my mind lay limp in an empty world.

All great novels are great fairy tales.

Life is a message scribbled in the dark.

Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

Her lips were like large crimson polyps.

Words without experience are meaningless.

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

The future is but the obsolete in reverse.

My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.

I think she always nursed a small mad hope.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

An active and creative reader is a re-reader.

We think not in words but in shadows of words.

Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.

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

In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.

Do those clowns really believe what they teach?

You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.

Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

All religions are based on obsolete terminology.

She was like Marat only with nobody to kill her.

Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution.

I don't think in any language. I think in images.

In reading, one should notice and fondle details.

Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.

I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.

It is a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.

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