I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I have never seen a more lucid, better balanced, mad mind than mine. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“What he had really wanted to do was to tear a hole in his world and escape.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind? — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Devices which in some curious new way imitate nature are attractive to simple minds. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The more gifted and talkative one's characters are, the greater the chances of their resembling the author in tone or tint of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I have never seen a more lucid, more lonely, better balanced mad mind than mine. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“His mind was a turmoil of words and fancies, incomplete fancies and insufficient words, but already he knew that this and only… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
There are teachers and students with square minds who are by nature meant to undergo the fascination of catagories. For them, 'schools'… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
My principal failing as a writer is the lack of spontaneity; the nuisance of parallel thoughts, second thoughts, third thoughts; inability to… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
...that swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked him, or refused to function, or viciously got… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Do all people have that? A face, a phrase, a landscape, an air bubble from the past suddenly floating up as if… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
After the first shock of recognition - a sudden sense of "this is what I'm going to write" - the novel starts… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
…my Lolita remarked: “You know, what’s so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own”; and it struck me,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Unfortunately his urge to write had suddenly petered out and he did not know what to do with himself. He was not… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I remember a cartoon depicting a chimney sweep falling from the roof of a tall building and noticing on the way that… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“...under no circumstances would he [Humbert Humbert] have interfered with the innocence of a child, if there was the least risk of a row.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“Ami azt illeti, Vannak kezdtek nagyon tetszeni a fák is, a csodák is meg az Adák is.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“It isn’t possible. I cannot imagine it. Come on over here, you foolish little doe, and tell me on what day I shall die.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“Precautions to be taken in the case Of freak reincarnation: what to do On suddenly discovering that you Are now a young and vulnerable… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“It is indeed a tricky name. It is often misspelt, because the eye tends to regard the "a" of the first syllable as a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“(T)here exist friendships which develop their own inner duration, their own eons of transparent time.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
