Humbert: I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had 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 could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.
Humbert Humbert: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, if my happiness could have talked it would have filled that hotel with a deafening roar.