“(T)here exist friendships which develop their own inner duration, their own eons of transparent time.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“No matter how many times we read "King Lear," never shall we find the good king banging his tankard in high revelry,… — 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
“...there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it...” — 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
“To each, or about each, of his colleagues he had said at one time or other, something... something impossible to recall in… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
There was a time in my demented youth When somehow I suspected that the truth About survival after death was known To… — 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
“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
“I notice a whiff of Swift in some of my notes. I too am a desponder in my nature, an uneasy, peevish,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost… — 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
The contemplation of beauty, whether it be a uniquely tinted sunset, a radiant face, or a work of art, makes us glance… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“This is reality, this is pure fact - this forest, this moss, your hand, the ladybird on my leg, this cannot be… — 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
a person hoping to become a poet must have the capacity of thinking of several things at a time. — 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
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
“All three of them stood for a moment gazing at the stars. ''And all these are worlds,'' said Hagen. ''Or else,'' said… — 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
I have rewritten — often several times — every word I have ever published. My pencils outlast their erasers. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I have journeyed back in thought --with thought hopelessly tapering off as I went-- to remote regions where I groped for some… — 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
“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
“...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
