I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I am convinced, however, that in a certain magic and fateful way Lolita began with Annabel.” — 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
“The stars that sparkled, and the cars that parkled, and the bars, and the barmen, were presently taken over by her” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“even then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound 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
I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don't seem to name their daughters Lolita any more. I have heard… — 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
“I'm thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art, And this is the only… — Vladimir Nabokov 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 loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais… — 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
“I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita. She would… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.… — 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
“Humbert Humbert: You know, I've missed you terribly. Lolita Haze: I haven't missed you. In fact, I've been revoltingly unfaithful to you.… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“In our hallway, ablaze with welcoming lights, my Lolita peeled off her sweater, shook her gemmed hair, stretched towards me two bare… — 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
“and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I also know that the shock of Annabel's death consolidated the frustration of that nightmare summer, made of it a permanent obstacle… — 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
“No, it is not my sense of the immorality of the Humbert Humbert-Lolita relationship that is strong; it is Humbert's sense. He… — 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
“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
“For my nymphet I needed a diminutive with a lyrical lilt to it. One of the most limpid and luminous letters is… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Lolita: Oh my Carmen, my little Carmen… Humbert: Charmin’ Carmen. Started garglin’ Lolita: I remember those sultry nights Humbert: Those pre-raphaelites Lolita:… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Speak, Memory is strictly autobiographic. There is nothing autobiographic in Lolita.” — 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