Perhaps if the future existed$$$ concretely and individually$$$ as something that could be discerned by a better brain$$$ the past would not be so seductive: its demands would be balanced by those of the future.

I always call him Lewis Carroll Carroll$$$ because he was the first Humbert Humbert.

We who burrow in filth every day may be forgiven perhaps the one sin that ends all sins.

Although I could never get used to the constant state of anxiety in which the guilty$$$ the great$$$ and the tenderhearted live$$$ I felt I was doing my best in the way of mimicry.

I have rewritten often several times every word I have ever published. My pencils outlast their erasers.

Thus$$$ in pornographic novels$$$ action has to be limited to the copulation of clichés.

I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.

A person hoping to become a poet must have the capacity of thinking of several things at a time.

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.

Ink$$$ a Drug.