89 Quotes About Lolita

I was a daisy fresh girl and look what you've done to me.

I now warn the reader not to mock me and my mental daze. It is easy for him and me to decipher now a past destiny; but a destiny in the making is, believe me, not one of those honest mystery stories where all you have to do is keep an eye on the clues. In my youth I once read a French detective tale where the clues were actually in italics; but that is not McFate's way—even if one does learn to recognize certain obscure indications.

... she had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.

It was something quite special, that feeling: an oppressive, hideous constraint as if I were sitting with the small ghost of somebody I had just killed.

What chance has a lonely surfer boyFor the love of a surfer chick,With all these Humbert Humbert catsComing on so big and sick?For me, my baby was a woman.For him she’s just another nymphet.

Queer, how I misinterpreted the designations of doom.

My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three

My little cup brims with tiddles.

Rope-skipping, hopscotch. That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy (a nymphet was groping under me for a lost marble), and asked if I had stomachache, the insolent hag. Ah, leave me alone in my pubescent park, in my mossy garden. Let them play around me forever. Never grow up.