Imagine Me; I Shall Not Exist If

In Reading, One Should Notice And Fondle Details.

No Author Has Created With Less Emphasis Such Pathetic Characters As Chekhov Has.

My Carmen," I Said (i Used To Call Her That Sometimes) "we Shall Leave This Raw Sore Town As Soon As You Get Out Of Bed." "... Because, Really," I Continued, "there Is No Point In Staying Here." "there Is No Point In Staying Anywhere," Said Lolita.

A Work Of Art Has No Importance Whatever To Society. It Is Only Important To The Individual, And Only The Individual Reader Is Important To Me. I Don't Give A Damn For The Group, The Community, The Masses, And So Forth.

All Colors Made Me Happy: Even Gray. My Eyes Were Such That Literally They Took Photographs.