Play! Invent The World! Invent Reality!

It Was An Interesting Thing To Do. Why Did I Write Any Of My Books, After All? For The Sake Of The Pleasure, For The Sake Of The Difficulty. I Have No Social Purpose, No Moral Message; I've No General Ideas To Exploit, I Just Like Composing Riddles With Elegant Solutions.

Don't Touch Me; I'll Die If You Touch Me.

If A Violin String Could Ache, I Would Be That String.

Lolita, Light Of My Life, Fire Of My Loins. My Sin, My Soul. Lo-lee-ta: The Tip Of The Tongue Taking A Trip Of Three Steps Down The Palate To Tap, At Three, On The Teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

Why Do Those People Guess So Much And Shave So Little, And Are So Disdainful Of Hearing Aids?