For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
In this crazy mirror of terror and art a pseudo-quotation made up of obscure Shakespeareanisms (Chapter Three) somehow produces, despite its lack… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“For I do not exist: there exist but thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Here lies the sense of literary creation to portray ordinary objects as they will be reflected in kindly mirrors of future times.… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The term "bend sinister" means a heraldic bar or band drawn from the left side (and popularly, but incorrectly, supposed to denote… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
My private tragedy, which cannot, and indeed should not, be anybody's concern, is that I had to abandon my natural idiom, my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
But as Van casually directed the searchlight of backthought into that maze of the past where the mirror-lined narrow paths not only… — 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
