Direct interference in a person's life does not enter our scope of activity, nor, on the other, tralatitiously speaking, hand, is his… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
When I receive a new novel from a hopeful publisher - "hoping that I like the book as much as he does"… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
My answer to your question'Does the writer have a social responsibility?' is NO.You owe me ten cents, sir. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
And yet I am happy. Yes, happy. I swear. I swear that I am happy...What does it matter that I am a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Have you ever happened, reader, to feel that subtle sorrow of parting with an unloved abode? The heart does not break, as… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the… — 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