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. Vladimir Nabokov
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Lolita is a novel written by Vladimir Nabokov. It tells the story of Humbert Humbert and his relationship with the beautiful Lolita. This quote is usually used when referring to an attractive young girl. It is often misused in a sense of lust or sex when in fact it refers to a beautiful woman. The novel was adapted into a film and has drawn comparisons to the work of Alfred Hitchcock.

Source: Lolita

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