Álvaro

“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. 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. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“La forma artística esta como asida al pensamiento, nace con él, lo encarna y le da propia y característica expresión.”
― Anonymous

“La poesía ni miente ni exagera. Solo los oradores gerundios y los poetas sin alma toman el oropel y el rimbombó de las palabras por elocuencia y poesía.”
― Anonymous

“»¡Oh, vosotros, los que ya lo habéis visto todo, los que todo lo habéis comprendido y juzgado, vosotros los que ya conocéis la vida y os adelantáis a su último término, guiados por la prudencia y acompañados por la desconfianza! Respetad esas almas llenas de confianza y de fe, esas almas ricas de esperanzas y poderosas por su juventud...; dejadles sus errores... menos mal les harán que esa fatal previsión que queréis darle».”
― Gertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda, Sab