I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don't seem to name their daughters Lolita any more. I have heard of young female poodles being given that name since 1956, but of no human beings.

All the information I have about myself is from forged documents.

Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.

I don't want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me.

There is an old American saying 'He who lives in a glass house should not try to kill two birds with one stone.

We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.

It is nothing but a kind of a microcosmos of communism - all that psychiatry', rumbled Pnin ... 'Why not leave their private sorrow to people? Is sorrow not, one asks, the only thing in the world people really possess?