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
…She was, obviously, one of those women whose polished words may reflect a book club or bridge club, or any other deadly… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
She had spent all her life in feeling miserable; this misery was her native element; its fluctuations, its varying depths, alone save… — 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
“Pnin slowly walked under solemn pines. The sky was dying. He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe, dimly,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Whatever his secret was, I have learnt one secret too, and namely: that the soul is but a manner of being -… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
...If he failed the first time he took his driver's licence test, it was mainly because he started an argument with the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. "No single word in English renders all the shades… — 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