I was the shadow of the waxwing slain by the false azure in the windowpane;

As far as I can recall, the initial shiver of inspiration was somehow prompted by a newspaper story about an ape in the Jardin des Plantes who, after months of…

I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, I speak like a child.

After Olympia Press, in Paris, published the book, an American critic suggested that Lolita was the record of my love affair with the romantic novel. The subst…

Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men.

The total amount of suffering per year in the natural world is beyond all decent contemplation. During the minute that it takes me to compose this sentence, th…

They darted down and rose up like a wave Or buzzed impetuously as before; One would have thought the corpse was held a slave To living by the life it bore!