“...there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it...” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again. — 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
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
a person hoping to become a poet must have the capacity of thinking of several things at a time. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“(T)here exist friendships which develop their own inner duration, their own eons of transparent time.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I have rewritten — often several times — every word I have ever published. My pencils outlast their erasers. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple—these are our faithful… — 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 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
“We sat and drank, each with a separate past locked up in him, and fate's alarm clocks set at unrelated futures --… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Perhaps if the future existed, concretely and individually, as something that could be discerned by a better brain, the past would not… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I have often noticed that after I had bestowed on the characters of my novels some treasured item of my past, it… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The few times I said to myself anywhere: ‘Now that’s a nice spot for a permanent home,’ I would immediately hear in… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Any future is unknown – but sometimes it acquires a particular fogginess, as if some other force had come to the aid… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“A moment later I heard my sweetheart running up the stairs. My heart expanded with such force that it almost blotted me… — 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
“Do all people have that? A face, a phrase, a landscape, an air bubble from the past suddenly floating up as if… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The recollection also came back empty, and for the first time in all his life, perhaps, Luzhin asked himself the question –… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
It is certainly not then-not in dreams- but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The sense of literary creation is to portray ordinary objects as they will be reflected in the kindly mirrors of future times;… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“There is titillating pleasure in looking back at the past and asking oneself, 'What would have happened if...' and substituting one chance… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The color of one's creed, neckties, eyes, thoughts, manners, speech, is sure to meet somewhere in time of space with a fatal… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Van sealed the letter, found his Thunderbolt pistol in the place he had visualized, introduced one cartridge into the magazine, and translated… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Vivian Bloodmark, a philosophical friend of mine, in later years, used to say that while the scientist sees everything that happens in… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
But as Van casually directed the searchlight of backthought into that maze of the past where the mirror-lined narrow paths not only… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“There, tam, la-bas, the gaze of men glows with inimitable understanding; there the freaks that are tortured here walk unmolested; there time… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“how can I write about this when I am afraid of not having time to finish and of stirring up all these… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The hoary judge put his mouth close to his ear, panted for a moment, made the announcement and slowly moved away, as… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
A philistine is a full-grown person whose interests are of a material and commonplace nature, and whose mentality is formed of the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I often felt we lived in a lighted house of glass, and that any moment some thin-lipped parchment face would peer through… — 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