Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler's helmet. Stay inside or you perish. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Everything in the world is beautiful, but Man only recognizes beauty if he sees it either seldom or from afar. Listen, today… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
My God died young. Theolatry i found Degrading, and its premises, unsound. No free man needs God; but was I free? — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“It is strange that the tactile sense, which is so infinitely less precious to men than sight, becomes at critical moments our… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Poor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Just like a man grieving because he has recently lost in his dreams some thing that he had never had in reality,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Religion has the same relation to man's heavenly condition that mathematics has to his earthly one: both the one and the other… — 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
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
a man who has decided upon self-destruction is far removed from mundane affairs, and to sit down and write his will would… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
...that swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her… — 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
“...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