The road now stretched across open country, and it occured to me - not by way of protest, not as a symbol,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
IN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION: WHAT SCENES ONE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE FILMED Shakespeare in the part of the King's Ghost. The… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
It is certainly not then-not in dreams- but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
She had spent all her life in feeling miserable; this misery was her native element; its fluctuations, its varying depths, alone save… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else. — 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
