“There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor a writer of didactic fiction, and despite John Ray’s assertion, Lolita has no moral in tow. For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.”—Vladimir Nabokov
“With twenty-six soldiers of lead I have conquered the world. All the heights and depths and breadths of tangible and natural things - landscapes, sunsets, the scent of hay, the hum of bees, the beauty which belongs to eyelids (and is falsely ascribed to eyes); all the immeasurable emotions and motions of the human mind, to which there seems no bound; ugly and terrible and mysterious thoughts and things, as well as beautiful - all are compassed, restrained, ordered in a trifling jumble of letters. Twenty-six signs!”—Francis Meynell (1923)
things I appreciate in florida (or I guess St. Cloud):
You can actually see the sky. It’s not something you have to look for, it’s just there. And at night you can look up and see more stars than you usually do elsewhere. You hear the crickets, too. It really quiet at night; when you go out for a drive the roads are so perfect that your wheels only make this slight humming sound.
In places like this, you have the time and the opportunity to be quiet, sit still, and think.