Some people in Nigeria photographed us together and are threatening to publish the pictures, but that’s not news to anyone.

The roasts of a devil are best defeated by hoisting flags of victory.

Were we just two more rootless jungle-dwelling erotomaniacs creamining in their pre-faded jeans over Historical New England, dreaming the old agrarian dream in their rent-a-car convertible

One last word are you quite quite ure that - well not tomorrow of course and not after tomorrow but - well - some day any day you will not come to live with me I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries if you give me that microscopic hope.

Written By Vladimir Nabokov

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