I Think She Always Nursed A Small

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

Do Not Be Angry With The Rain; It Simply Does Not Know How To Fall Upwards.

There Is Nothing More Atrociously Cruel Than An Adored Child.

There Are Gentle Souls Who Would Pronounce Lolita Meaningless Because It Does Not Teach Them Anything. I Am Neither A Reader Nor A Writer Of Didactic Fiction...for Me A Work Of Fiction Exists Only Insofar As It Affords Me What I Shall Bluntly Call Aesthetic Bliss, That Is A Sense Of Being Somehow, Somewhere, Connected With Other States Of Being Where Art (curiosity, Tenderness, Kindness, Ecstasy) Is The Norm.

Nostalgia In Reverse, The Longing For Yet Another Strange Land, Grew Especially Strong In Spring.