“...under no circumstances would he [Humbert Humbert] have interfered with the innocence of a child, if there was the least risk 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
“What I heard was but the melody of children at play, nothing but that, and so limpid was the air that within… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Where the devil did you get her?" "I beg your pardon?" "I said: the weather is getting better." "Seems so." "Who's the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“If I am not master of my life, not sultan of my own being, then no man's logic and no man's ecstatic… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I believe the poor fierce-eyed child had figured out that with a mere fifty dollars in her purse she might somehow reach… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Children of her type contrive the purest philosophies. Ada had worked out her own little system. Hardly a week had elapsed since… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child.... My hemmings and hawings over… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“This, and much more, she accepted - for after all living did mean accepting the loss of one joy after another, not… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“We fell to wrestling again. We rolled all over the floor, in each other's arms, like two huge helpless children. He was… — 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
“The recollection also came back empty, and for the first time in all his life, perhaps, Luzhin asked himself the question –… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“There, on the soft sand, a few feet away from our elders, we would sprawl all morning, in a petrified paroxysm of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“But after all we are not children, not illiterate juvenile delinquents, not English public school boys who after a night of homosexual… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Alas! In vain historians pry and probe: The same wind blows, and in the same live robe Truth bends her head to… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“...Another part of the ritual was to ascend with closed eyes. 'Step, step, step,' came my mother's voice as she led me… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Uncle alone in the house with the children said he'd dress up to amuse them. After a long wait, as he did… — 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
I grew, a happy, healthy child in a bright world of illustrated books, clean sand, orange trees, friendly dogs, sea vistas and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“She thought of the recurrent waves of pain that for some reason or other she and her husband had had to endure;… — 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 Image
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 Image
“Ami azt illeti, Vannak kezdtek nagyon tetszeni a fák is, a csodák is meg az Adák is.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
