Vladimir Nabokov

“Ink, a Drug.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

The lost glove is happy.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Uncle Dan was feeding.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

Solitude was corrupting me.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“beware of ideas...”

— vladimir nabokov

“Never rude, always aloof.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

Dear Jesus, do something.

— Vladimir Nabokov

The square root of I is I.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Let all of life be an unfettered howl.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“I felt my life needed a shake-up.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Queer, how I misinterpreted the designations of doom.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Oh, he was quite a scholar, Mr. Taxovich.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Who grins in official circumstances?”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“It had glistening eyes like sad black olives.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“the satisfaction of a special Pninian craving.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“For the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“How can I demonstrate [...] that I have glimpsed somebody's future recollection?”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Ami azt illeti, Vannak kezdtek nagyon tetszeni a fák is, a csodák is meg az Adák is.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

Mnemosyne, one must admit, has shown herself to be a very careless girl.

— Vladimir Nabokov

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

— Vladimir Nabokov

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.

— Vladimir Nabokov

Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.

— Vladimir Nabokov

The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at…

— Vladimir Nabokov

The general impression is that fifteen year-old Dolly remains morbidly uninterested in sexual matters, or to be exact, represses her curiosity in…

— Vladimir Nabokov

I have often noticed that after I had bestowed on the characters of my novels some treasured item of my past, it…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Perhaps what matters is not the human pain or joy at all but, rather, the play of shadow and light on a…

— Vladimir Nabokov

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Once we deny a Higher Intelligence that plans and administrates our individual hereafters we are bound to accept the unspeakably dreadful notion…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Reality is neither the subject nor the object of true art which creates its own special reality having nothing to do with…

— Vladimir Nabokov

A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine.…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“I am not concerned with the moron, the ordinary hairless ape, who takes everything in his stride; his only childhood memory is…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Pnin slowly walked under solemn pines. The sky was dying. He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe, dimly,…

— Vladimir Nabokov

The social or economic structure of the ideal state is of little concern to me. My desires are modest. Portraits of the…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet. Age: five thousand three hundred days. Profession: none, or "starlet". Where are you hiding,…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“We are absurdly accustomed to the miracle of a few written signs being able to contain immortal imagery, involutions of thought, new…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Alas, I was unable to transcend the simple human fact that whatever spiritual solace I might find, whatever lithophanic eternities might be…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“I am aware of many things being quite as important as good writing and good reading; but in all things it is…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, [...]; and…

— Vladimir Nabokov