Devices which in some curious new way imitate nature are attractive to simple minds. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
A philistine is a full-grown person whose interests are of a material and commonplace nature, and whose mentality is formed of the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I notice a whiff of Swift in some of my notes. I too am a desponder in my nature, an uneasy, peevish,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Death," he had said on another occasion, "seems to be merely a bad habit, which nature is at present powerless to overcome.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The bowl that emerged was one of those gifts whose first impact produces in the recipient's mind a colored image, a blazoned… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Perhaps if the year was 1447 instead of 1947 I might have hoodwinked my gentle nature by administering her some classical poison… — 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
“The few times I said to myself anywhere: ‘Now that’s a nice spot for a permanent home,’ I would immediately hear in… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“There is also a keen pleasure (and after all, what else should the pursuit of science produce?) in meeting the riddle of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“There would have been a lake. There would have been an arbor in flame-flower. There would have been nature studies—a tiger pursuing… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Nature had once produced an Englishman whose domed head had been a hive of words; a man who had only to breathe… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“One day, soon after her disappearance, an attack of abominable nausea forced me to pull up on the ghost of an old… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her… — 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
