I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise--a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames--but still a paradise. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise - a paradise whose skies… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
