ITT: Awesome examples of prose

[Anonymous No.3978121]

Include book and author's name. Give me some inspiration /lit/

> 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.

Lolita, Vladmir Nabakov

[Anonymous No.3978128]

if you like that quote you're a pedophile.

[Anonymous No.3978135]

If you like that quote, you have no taste. Worse, you have no opinions of your own.

[Anonymous No.3978153]

just posting the superior nabokov book

[Anonymous No.3980308]

>>3978153
>implying Invitation to a Beheading is in any way superior to Ada or ardor

[Anonymous No.3980313]

>>3978135
if I accept your position in the matter, do I still have an opinion of my own?

[Anonymous No.3980316]

>>3978128
Just retard.
>>3978135
Just hipster.

[Anonymous No.3980320]

>>3978121
Ugh no, you really don't get it.

[Anonymous No.3982186]

There are better quotes from Lolita

[Anonymous No.3982218]

I'm not even OP, but let's get back to the actual thread topic and stop being shitty il/lit/erates.

If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet? The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day. He loves games? Let him play for stakes. This you see here, these ruins wondered at by tribes of savages, do you not think that this will be again? Aye. And again. With other people, with other sons.

[Anonymous No.3982244]

>“They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretense, because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew. Their bearing, which was simply the bearing of commonplace individuals going about their business in the assurance of perfect safety, was offensive to me like the outrageous flauntings of folly in the face of a danger it is unable to comprehend. I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces, so full of stupid importance.”

[Anonymous No.3982269]

That quote is how I met my gf ;(

[Anonymous No.3982291]

>>3982269
>the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps

but chloe doesn't even have three syllables...

[Anonymous No.3982298]

>>3982291

I didnt think that far ahead

[Anonymous No.3982661]

>>3982291
Ka-Lo-Eee
I guess...