1. There must be a lake there. There must be a pavilion among the flames of flowers. There must be spirits of nature - a tiger chasing a celestial bird, suffocating snakes wrapped around the skinned torso of a piglet. There must have been a Sultan, the monarch of the Islamic state, whose face showed great pain (and which he concealed with the caress he made), who was helping a slave girl climb an agate column. There must be those red-hot beads of radiant gonads walking up the opalescent side of the jukebox. There will be all manner of camp activities as a medium, canoeing in the sun, dancing the kurant, and combing your curls. There must be poplars, apple trees, a Sunday in the countryside. There must be a fire opal melting in a rippling pool, a last tremor, a last smear of color, a stinging red, a violent pink, a sigh, a cowering child. ----Nabokov

2. Every step you move under the dappled sunlight seems to pluck the most secret and sensitive string in my despicable body

3. "I love you, I am a five-legged animal, but I love you. You are despicable, rude, and bad, but I love you, I love you!"