"Light of my life fire on my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of the three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo-lee-ta. She was lo in the morning, standing four feet ten in one socks. She was Lola in slaks. She was dolly in school. She was Dolores on the Dotted line. But in my arms she was Always Lolita." -Vladimir Nabokov