She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
清晨,她是洛,简单的洛,身高四英尺十寸,只穿一只袜子,亭亭玉立。穿便裤时,她是洛拉。在学校时,她是多丽。签名时,她是多洛雷斯。但在我怀里,她永远都是洛丽塔。
To do great things is difficult,but to command great things is more difficult.
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
Every word is a step towards understanding.
"A story is only as strong as its silences."