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    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. 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. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #2
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him.
    "Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

  • #3
    Sarah J. Maas
    “I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

  • #4
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Lolita: Oh my Carmen, my little Carmen…
    Humbert: Charmin’ Carmen. Started garglin’
    Lolita: I remember those sultry nights
    Humbert: Those pre-raphaelites
    Lolita: No, come on. And the stars and the cars and the bars and the barmen.
    Humbert: And the bars that sparkled and the cars that parkled…And the curs that barkled and the birds that larkled.
    Lolita: And oh my charmin, our dreadful fights
    Humbert: Such dreadful blights
    Lolita: And the something town where arm in…arm, we went, and our final row, and the gun I killed you with, o my Carmen…the gun I am holding now”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #5
    H.P. Lovecraft
    “Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.

    In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
    H.P. Lovecraft



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