Occasionally, in the middle of a conversation her name would be mentioned, and she would run down the steps of a chance sentence, without turning her head.
Vladimir NabokovAll my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter.
Vladimir NabokovThe cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Vladimir Nabokovdo what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation
Vladimir NabokovFreudism and all it has tainted with its grotesque implications and methods, appear to me to be one of the vilest deceits practiced by people on themselves and on others. I reject it utterly, along with a few other medieval items still adored by the ignorant, the conventional, or the very sick.
Vladimir Nabokov