Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“But even during this sleep—still, still—his real life showed through too much.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Some might think that the creativity, imagination, and flights of fancy that give my life meaning are insanity. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Life is a great surprise. I don't see why death should not be an even greater one. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“If there is anything of which I am certain in life it is that I shall never exchange the liberty of my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be a greater one.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Use unlikely materials. Who would choose Pnin as hero, but how did we live before Pnin? — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Oh, don't cry, I'm so sorry I cheated so much, but that's the way things are.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“His mind was a turmoil of words and fancies, incomplete fancies and insufficient words, but already he knew that this and only… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“and finally there was the sleepless night when i decided to explore and fight the foul, the inadmissible abyss, devoting all my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“In harmony there is nothing strange. And life is a vast harmony. I've understood this. But, you see- the moulded whimsy of… — 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… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Ganin now tried to recapture that scent again, mixed with the fresh smells of the autumnal park, but, as we know, memory… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. No matter how great my weariness, the wrench of parting with consciousness is… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“That human life is but a first installment of the serial soul and that one's individual secret is not lost in the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I think that here lies the sense of literary creation: to portray ordinary objects as they will be reflected in the kindly… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“If only it were possible to juicily belch up the life one's lived, chew it anew and gulp it down, and then… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The recollection also came back empty, and for the first time in all his life, perhaps, Luzhin asked himself the question –… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The sense of literary creation is to portray ordinary objects as they will be reflected in the kindly mirrors of future times;… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I remember a cartoon depicting a chimney sweep falling from the roof of a tall building and noticing on the way that… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The answer to all questions of life and death, "the absolute solution" was written all over the world he had known: it… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Cynthia had been on friendly terms with an eccentric librarian called Porlock who in the last years of his dusty life had… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“He must be always on his guard and devote every minute and module of life to the decoding of the undulation of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“As happens in dreams, when a perfectly harmless object inspires us with fear and thereafter is frightening every time we dream of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“But then I have long since grown accustomed to the thought that what we call dreams is semi-reality, the promise of reality,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“There is also a keen pleasure (and after all, what else should the pursuit of science produce?) in meeting the riddle of… — 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