I Think It Is All A Matter

Her Lips Were Like Large Crimson Polyps.

The More Gifted And Talkative One's Characters Are, The Greater The Chances Of Their Resembling The Author In Tone Or Tint Of Mind.

You Lose Your Immortality When You Lose Your Memory.

And This Is The Only Immortality You And I May Share, My Lolita.

Beauty Plus Pity-that Is The Closest We Can Get To A Definition Of Art. Where There Is Beauty There Is Pity For The Simple Reason That Beauty Must Die: Beauty Always Dies, The Manner Dies With The Matter, The World Dies With The Individual.