“I looked and looked at her and I knew as clearly as I know that I will die that I loved her more than anything I’d ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago, but I loved her; this Lolita pale and polluted, and big with another man’s child. She would fade and wither, I don’t care. I would still go mad with tenderness… at the mere sight of her face. What I heard then was the melody of children at play. Nothing but that. And I knew that the hopeless poignant thing was not Lolita’s absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus.” ------Lolita 

 “每只蚂蚁都有眼睛鼻子它美不美丽偏差有没有一毫厘有何关系每一个人伤心了就哭泣饿了就要吃相差大不过天地有何刺激太多太多魔力太少道理太多太多游戏只是为了好奇还有什么值得歇斯底里对什么东西死心塌地一个一个偶像都不外如此沉迷过的偶像一个个消失谁曾伤天害理谁又是上帝我们在等待什么奇迹最后剩下自己舍不得挑剔最后对着自己也不大看得起谁给我全世界我都会怀疑心花怒放却开到荼蘼一个一个一个人谁比谁美丽一个一个一个人谁比谁甜蜜一个一个一个人谁比谁容易又有什么了不起每只蚂蚁和谁擦身而过都那么整齐有何关系每一个人碰见所爱的人却心有余悸”——《开到荼靡》