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.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.
The main reason for writing about young girls is to paint a picture of my own childhood.
There will be other children, Lolita.
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I love her more than anything I have ever seen or imagined on earth.
How sweet it was to be loved by Lolita.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
I would always be therefore a father, seducing his own daughter.
You have no idea what a long, lazy, vigorous disgust stretches before me.
Lolita, when she chose, could be rather funny.
The ugly and the beautiful are a totality. I am part of it.
The day I lost Lolita, there came into my soul a hurricane of perplexity and insecurity.
Lolita, have mercy on my misery.
In the realm of sensorial life, then, Lolita was only a child who was healing up after some operation.
I do not gain my weight in sweat and tears, or in pigment and stamps.
I had a feeling that she and I would travel together to very far lands.
One had to be gone to suppose one could ever go back from Havana.
Lolita, aged approximately between twelve and seventeen at various times.
Lolita Quotes – Exploring a Controversial Classic part 2
I must describe the move, but I do not want to.
One only has to remember in order to forget.
She was my daughter, if Reverend Rusk did not mind.
I was ready to sacrifice anything dear to me for arms again around the dainty dreamer.
I felt a great urge in me to love her without possession, and without any hatred or anger.
You are only inches away from me, but it is miles to the other side.
Nothing else existed, hence no other time, no other place, no other matter.
She was like the composition of two completely different things.
Obscenely, I sense my motives as ranging from here to China.
The texture of everything rippled and ripened: odd luck.
Feelings like these are old, and insipid by now.
I loathed all fathers, including my own.
She was never one to refuse, and I never one to urge.
We happened to be alone beside the sea. She turned and walked away from me.
An all-day sleeper cannot retain all that he has seen.
I begin that cameraman’s camera.
A dictator has just been deposed.
The boy next door whom no one had recognized before.
Never before did I feel that total prison that is the past.
We saw a castle in the sky.
Try it. Buy her bonbons. Post a letter to a gypsy.
We looked at each other for seconds.
We lay on our backs on a plummy red and beige canvas.
His harmless cazzatori were no worse for an intense past.
You have covered quite a distance, as to cover a distance.
Sobbing my heart out, I downed my drink.
She tossed her head and shook herself.
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