I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Oh no, I do not gloat over my own person, I do not get all hot wrestling with my soul in a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
He was powerless because he had no precise desire, and this tortured him because he was vainly seeking something to desire. He… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The social or economic structure of the ideal state is of little concern to me. My desires are modest. Portraits of the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
While a few pertinent points have to be marked, the general impression I desire to convey is of a side door crashing… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
...and the red sun of desire and decision (the two things that create a live world) rose higher and higher, while upon… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. "No single word in English renders all the shades… — 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 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
