She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of…

And the rest is rust and stardust.

— Vladimir Nabokov

There is no science without fancy and no art without fact.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“My solemn exasperation was to her the silence of love.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“...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

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

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

— Vladimir Nabokov

We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“As palavras sem a experiência não teriam qualquer significado.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“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

“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

And this is the only immortality you and i may share, my Lolita.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Be true to your Dick.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“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

“(T)here exist friendships which develop their own inner duration, their own eons of transparent time.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“She was all rose and honey.”

— Vladimir Nabokov