Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let’s even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling. ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (Olympia Press 1955) Advertisements
After love, no one is what they were before. —Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless. (Tor Books; First Edition edition March 29, 2011)
Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. (W. W. Norton October 17, 2005)
I desire her and I hate her. I would like to take her in my arms and embrace her till she smothered, till she was crushed and I could drink death from her gushing veins. — Octave Mirbeau, The Torture Garden. (Olympia Press; Revised Edition edition, August 28, 2005) Originally published 1899.
Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. . (W. W. Norton October 17, 2005)
Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I’ll be anybody you want me to be. — Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters. (W. W. Norton & Company; First Edition ~1st Printing edition, June 11, 2012) Originally published September 17th 1999.
I simply love that tinge of Botticellian pink, that raw rose about the lips, those wet, matted eyelashes… — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (Olympia Press 1955)
