“She stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“Speak, Memory is strictly autobiographic. There is nothing autobiographic in Lolita.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“ Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“for did it not mean I was losing my darling, just when I had secretly made her mine?” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
After so many attempts to mount a musical version of 'Lolita,' the project was well and truly dead by the summer of… — Sarah Weinman Copy Share Image
Lolita' was written at a time when we were heavily listening to more dance, electronic, and trance, and then on the flip… — Jessica Origliasso Copy Share Image
“And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I am a Lolita. I do not believe in growing up. No matter how old I get, I shall remain devoted to… — Novala Takemoto Copy Share Image
“Actually she was at least in her late twenties (I never established her exact age for even her passport lied) and had… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I don't follow trends. I'm just not into what everyone else is wearing. I have my own look, which I call 'Lolita… — Katy Perry Copy Share Image
“The softness and fragility of baby animals caused us the same intense pain. She wanted to be a nurse in some famished… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet. Age: five thousand three hundred days. Profession: none, or "starlet". Where are you hiding,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The Girl Scout’s motto is also mine. I fill my life with worthwhile deeds such as — well, never mind what. My… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only been defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The biggest crime in Nabokov's 'Lolita' is imposing your own dream upon someone else's reality. Humbert Humbert is blind. He doesn't see… — Azar Nafisi Copy Share Image
I think every writer has a book that haunts them, and on some level, every book you write is a reaction to… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“A moment later I heard my sweetheart running up the stairs. My heart expanded with such force that it almost blotted me… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Rope-skipping, hopscotch. That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy (a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Nabokov can be almost too delicate at times, but in 'Lolita,' he puts his aristocratic sensitivity to use in such a dark… — Hallgrimur Helgason Copy Share Image
“What I heard was but the melody of children at play, nothing but that, and so limpid was the air that within… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Thus, neither of us is alive when the reader opens this book. But while the blood still throbs through my writing hand,… — Vladimir Nabakov Copy Share Image
“Alas, I was unable to transcend the simple human fact that whatever spiritual solace I might find, whatever lithophanic eternities might be… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“They are beautiful, heart-rendingly beautiful, those wilds, with a quality of wide-eyed, unsung, innocent surrender that my lacquered, toy-bright Swiss villages and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“History, lie of our lives, mire of our loins. Our sins, our souls. Hiss-tih-ree: the tip of the pen taking a trip… — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
“I insist the world know how much I loved my Lolita, this Lolita, pale and polluted, and big with another's child, but… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“And I still have other smothered memories, now unfolding themselves into limbless monsters of pain. Once, in a sunset-ending street of Beardsley,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“In a nervous and slender-leaved mimosa grove at the back of their villa we found a perch on the ruins of a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I am a lolita. I don't believe in growing up. No matter how old I get I remain devoted to ruffles and… — Novala Takemoto Copy Share Image
