...all My Best Words Are Deserters And

Loneliness As A Situation Can Be Corrected, But As A State Of Mind It Is An Incurable Illness.

But In My Arms She Was Always Lolita.

My Little Cup Brims With Tiddles.

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.

I Always Call Him Lewis Carroll Carroll, Because He Was The First Humbert Humbert.