The square root of I is I.

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain/By the false azure in the windowpane...

Be true to your Dick.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.

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

I know more than I can express in words, and the little I can express would not have been expressed, had I not known more.

Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let's even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling.

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.

Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.

Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.

Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.

A thousand years ago five minutes were Equal to forty ounces of fine sand. Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and Infinite aftertime: above your head They close like giant wings, and you are dead.

I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling

Theoretically there is no absolute proof that one's awakening in the morning (the finding oneself again in the saddle of one's personality) is not really a quite unprecedented event, a perfectly original birth.

Oh, don't cry, I'm so sorry I cheated so much, but that's the way things are.

My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.

Readers are not sheep, and not every pen tempts them.

One is always at home in one's past...

A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.

I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child.

It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.