Quote by Vladimir Nabokov Download Open image ““Uncle Dan was feeding.”” — Vladimir Nabokov ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“He was studying his grandmother, as if he was hungry too, but for something not food, hungry in a way that food could never… — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“Uncle wanted to eat his pie and then have us feel sorry for him because it was making him fat.” — Kopano Matlwa Copy Share Image
“Dan : "Greg was whistling. Whistling ! And giving their little gnome a bath. Cutest fucking baby I've ever seen.” — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“Finally I was naked on the table, my legs spread with big hands gripping tight at the sides of my knees, and he was… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“He hadn't eaten a bite of breakfast, sex always made him hungry. Suddenly Matt realized he was starving.” — Peggy Webb Copy Share Image
“Dan reached out, his hand rested on the other's abs, under the blankets. Felt heat creep from the skin, feeding it back again. "How… — Marquesate Copy Share Image
“Chet! What are you eating?” Nothing. It was true. The eating part was over.” — Spencer Quinn 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
