I wanted to write; I sought all possible paths of personal liberation, but I could never sacrifice a living instant of life for the sake of a line to be written, my balance for the sake of a manuscript, a… — Nina Berberova Copy Share Image
Moscow, Rome, London, Paris stay in place. Leningrad and New York float, spreading all their sails, cutting space with their prows, and can disappear,… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
I had learnt to seek intensity rather than happiness, not joys and prosperity but more of life, a concentrated sense of life, a strengthened… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
my choices were partly conditioned by the two great laws - of biology and sociology - for I do not conceive of myself outside… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
It looks now as if everything has been profitable to me. And if the payment has sometimes been excessive, it was afer all the… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
Paris is not a city, it is the image, the symbol of France, its today and yesterday, the reflection of its history, its geography… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
For many years I used the pronoun 'we.' Now, as in my youth, I go to sleep and wake up alone. — Nina Berberova Copy Share
The idea came to me that I was, am, and will be, but perhaps will not become. This did not scare me. There was… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
I had learnt to seek intensity — more of life, a concentrated sense of life. — Nina Berberova Copy Share
“So we stood on the corner by the stationery shop and were deeply insincere with each other. --The Tattered Cloak” — Nina Berberova Copy Share
[On New York:] ... a city rose before me. It was narrow and tall like a gothic temple, surrounded by water, and ... it… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
I wanted to write; I sought all possible paths of personal liberation, but I could never sacrifice a living instant of life for the… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
I think that an anthill is better than a nest ... that in the anthill among a hundred thousand or a million you are… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
[On Paris:] It exists, constant, eternal, surrounding us who live in it, and it is in us. We love it or hate it, but… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
Doesn't the theory of relativity concern literature too? In our world there is no longer any room for the privileged observer, as there is… — Nina Berberova Copy Share
