Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
My God died young. Theolatry i found Degrading, and its premises, unsound. No free man needs God; but was I free? — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Just like a man grieving because he has recently lost in his dreams some thing that he had never had in reality,… — 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
But as Van casually directed the searchlight of backthought into that maze of the past where the mirror-lined narrow paths not only… — 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