A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The… — 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
Human thought, flying on the trapezes of the star-filled universe, with mathematics stretched beneath, was like an acrobat working with a net… — 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
“Reality is a very subjective affair. I can only define it as a kind of gradual accumulation of information; and as specialization.… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I cannot disobey something which I do not know and the reality of which I have the right to deny. — 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