Humbert Was Perfectly Capable Of Intercourse With

And Presently I Was Driving Through The Drizzle Of The Dying Day, With The Windshield Wipers In Full Action But Unable To Cope With My Tears.

Only Talent Interests Me In Paintings And Books. Not General Ideas, But The Individual Contribution.

My Private Tragedy, Which Cannot, And Indeed Should Not, Be Anybody's Concern, Is That I Had To Abandon My Natural Idiom, My Untrammeled, Rich, And Infinitely Docile Russian Tongue For A Second-rate Brand Of English, Devoid Of Any Of Those Apparatuses–the Baffling Mirror, The Black Velvet Backdrop, The Implied Associations And Traditions–which The Native Illusionist, Frac-tails Flying, Can Magically Use To Transcend The Heritage In His Own Way.

A Person Hoping To Become A Poet Must Have The Capacity Of Thinking Of Several Things At A Time.

My Characters Are Galley Slaves.