Quote by Vladimir Nabokov

“And yet I have been fashioned so painstakingly,' thought Cincinnatus as he wept in the darkness. 'The curvature of my spine has been calculated…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“What a misunderstanding” said Cincinnatus and suddenly burst out laughing. He stood up and took off the dressing gown, the skullcap, the slippers. He…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“What anguish! Cincinnatus, what anguish! What stone anguish, Cincinnatus—the merciless bong of the clock, and the obese spider, and the yellow walls, and the…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“There was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation…

— James Joyce

“As the clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late -and…

— Stephenie Meyer

“His five feet three rested angular on the folding chair, a body small, well-wrought and somehow precious, as if it were the forgotten creation…

— Thomas Pynchon

“A few seconds later, my father broke his big toe; but his accident was a mere trifle when set beside what had befallen me…

— Salman Rushdie

“And that fear I'd felt, the disembodying confusion, seemed to be a drug I was now addicted to, because moving through the ordinary world-…

— Marisha Pessl

“For weeks I read round the clock. I entered the warp of the world of the imagination. Chapter numbers became the enumerations by which…

— Sam Wazan

“We were wise indeed, could we discern truly the signs of our own time; and by knowledge of its wants and advantages, wisely adjust…

— Thomas Carlyle

“She was never certain how long she wept, and it didn't really matter. It wasn't something to be measured by clocks, cut up into…

— David Weber

“In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems…

— Marcel Proust