“There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, [...]; and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Memory is a photo-studio de luxe on an infinite Fifth Power Avenue.” — 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
Memory overshadows the present and dims the future "into something thicker than its usual pea soup." — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain belated visitor… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I see the awakening of consciousness as a series of spaced flashes, with the intervals between them gradually diminishing until bright blocks… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Speak, Memory is strictly autobiographic. There is nothing autobiographic in Lolita.” — 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
There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I witness with pleasure the supreme achievement of memory, which is the masterly use it makes of innate harmonies when gathering to… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“...memory can restore to life everything except smells, although nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated… — 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 accumulation of consecutive rooms in his memory now resembled those displays of grouped elbow chairs on show, and beds, and lamps,… — 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 becomes” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“How can I demonstrate [...] that I have glimpsed somebody's future recollection?” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
It is strange how a memory will grow into a wax figure, how the cherub grows suspiciously prettier as its frame darkens… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive. Remembered ones dress up for the occasion and sit still. Memory is a photo-studio de… — 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
