Vladimir Nabokov quotes - page 2

Solitude is the playfield of Satan. (Vladimir Nabokov)

I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.

Vladimir Nabokov

I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.

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One is always at home in one's past...

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Let the credulous and the vulgar continue to believe that all mental woes can be cured by a daily application of old Greek myths to their private parts.

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I don't belong to any club or group. I don't fish, cook, dance, endorse books, sign books, co-sign declarations, eat oysters, get drunk, go to church, go to analysts, or take part in demonstrations.

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My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.

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Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let's even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling.

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While a few pertinent points have to be marked, the general impression I desire to convey is of a side door crashing open in life's full flight, and a rush of roaring black time drowning with its whipping wind the cry of lone disaster.

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Direct interference in a person's life does not enter our scope of activity, nor, on the other, tralatitiously speaking, hand, is his destiny a chain of predeterminate links: some 'future' events may be linked to others, O.K., but all are chimeric, and every cause-and-effect sequence is always a hit-and-miss affair, even if the lunette has actually closed around your neck, and the cretinous crowd holds its breath.

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It is hard, I submit, to loathe bloodshed, including war, more than I do, but it is still harder to exceed my loathing of the very nature of totalitarian states in which massacre is only an administrative detail. (Vladimir Nabokov)

My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.

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I'm thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art, And this is the only immortality that you and I may share, my Lolita.

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And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.

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And the rest is rust and stardust.

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Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.

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He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

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Words without experience are meaningless.

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I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

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We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.

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She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms, she was always Lolita. (Vladimir Nabokov)

I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.

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Life is short. From here to that old car you know so well there is a stretch of twenty, twenty-five paces. It is a very short walk. Make those twenty-five steps. Now. Right now. Come just as you are. And we shall live happily ever after.

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But in my arms she was always Lolita.

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All the seven deadly sins are peccadilloes but without three of them, Pride, Lust, and Sloth, poetry might never have been born.

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Vladimir Nabokov

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Occupation: Russian-American Novelist
Born: April 10, 1899
Died: July 2, 1977
Quotes count: 254
Wikipedia: Vladimir Nabokov

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