All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter. For me style is… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Beauty plus pity-that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The general impression is that fifteen year-old Dolly remains morbidly uninterested in sexual matters, or to be exact, represses her curiosity in… — 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
“I was also supposed to quiz my various companions on a number of important matters such as nostalgia, fear of unknown animals,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I do not see any essential difference between abstract and primitive art. Both are simple and sincere. Naturally, we should not generalize… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of… — 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
Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love… — 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