Author of quotes: Vladimir Nabokov. Page 4

Most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons.

Oblong, fine brushed tears crept from Martinice cheeks, chin, flexibly follow all the contours, one even doteku to the pit above the collarbone... but the eyes looked all the same round had tapiales short fingers white spots on the nails.

... set on a chair a chubby leg in white stocking, pulling him to the place where the gum was trembling gentle fat embossed mark.

... so small splashing the saliva around his mouth there played rainbows.

Or when you're blinking in, devoured spraying the peach and then, having finished, but still swallowing, with your mouth full, canibale was topurile fingers wandered solovely eyes, shiny inflamed lips, trembling chin, covered in drops of muddy juice been slipped over her bare Breasts, while Priapus <...>.

Fairly open in the middle of the chest krasnela from darling down triangle freckled tan - <...> - pale, delicate, sky-blue streaks.

... mother, milf, manahan - in short, the woman who gave birth to you.

But how do I start to writing when you don't know the will, and the fact of suffering, telling myself: yesterday I had the time - and again I think: that would be yesterday... And instead of the desired clear and precise work, instead of measuring preparation of the soul for the minute morning getting up <...>.

... as children pinch and re-expose the ears, amused by the updating of the audible world.

It was evident that he grieved the loss of expensive gizmos. It was visible. Loss little things upset him. Thing was expensive. He was distressed by the loss of things.

... half his face was in the Sunny bars, and his left moustache was gilded, and in the mirror her pupils were tiny Golden cage, and back down, with too big of shoes raised heel.

Cincinnatus could hardly reach to the grating, behind which s raised the tunnel window with another grid at the end and light it on repeat peeling wall stone PADI. There, on the side, the contemptuous style, as one of polusmerti phrases, just now read, was written: "can not see Anything, I tried too."

... her legs in white stockings and velvet shoes, cool chest and pink kisses taste of wild strawberries.

I, however, don't want to die! The soul buried in the pillow. Oh, do not want! It is cold out of the warm body.