“Certain tight parentheses have been opened and allowed to spill their still active contents.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Some people, and I am one of them, hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Why did I hope we would be happy abroad? A change of environment is that traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Living does mean accepting the loss of one joy after another, not even joys in her case, mere possibilities of improvement.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I swear I am happy. I have realized that the only happiness in this world is to observe, to spy, to watch,… — 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
The rich philistinism emanating from advertisements is due not to their exaggerating (or inventing) the glory of this or that serviceable article… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is… — 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
“Then, after all the excitement, I shall experience a certain satiation of suffering--perhaps on the mountain pass to a kind of happiness… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Next morning, his nose still in the dreambag of a deep pillow contributed to his otherwise austere bed by sweet Blanche (with… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“...I became aware of the world's tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all… — 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
“It is desirable that the inmate should not have at all, or if he does, should immediately himself suppress nocturnal dreams whose content might be incompatible with the condition and status of the prisoner, such as: resplendent landscapes, outings with friends, family dinners, as well as sexual intercourse with persons who in real life and in the waking state would… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“Where is the happiness, the sunshine, where are those thick skittles of wood which crashed and bounced so nicely, where is my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“How much happier the wide-awake indolents, the monarchs among men, the rich monstrous brains deriving intense enjoyment and rapturous pangs from the balustrade of a terrace at nightfall, from the lights and the lake below, from the distant mountain shapes melting into the dark apricot of the afterglow, from the black conifers outlined against the pale ink of the zenith,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“...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
