Because You Took Advantage Of My Disadvantage.

Time Is Rhythm: The Insect Rhythm Of A Warm Humid Night, Brain Ripple, Breathing, The Drum In My Temple—these Are Our Faithful Timekeepers; And Reason Corrects The Feverish Beat.

Adultery Is A Most Conventional Way To Rise Above The Conventional.

Our Imagination Flies -- We Are Its Shadow On The Earth.

Happy Is The Novelist Who Manages To Preserve An Actual Love Letter That He Received When He Was Young Within A Work Of Fiction, Embedded In It Like A Clean Bullet In Flabby Flesh And Quite Secure There, Among Spurious Lives.

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