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.

If you really want to know something$$$ you have to be willing to pay the price.

Because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

More and more$$$ it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.

Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.

When I am ..... completely myself$$$ entirely alone... or during the night when I cannot sleep$$$ it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence and how these ideas come I know not nor can I force them.

Each of us is merely a small instrument; all of us$$$ after accomplishing our mission$$$ will disappear.

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

In the final analysis$$$ it is between you and God$$$ it was never between you and them anyway.

Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.