I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part.
Vladimir NabokovAlthough I could never get used to the constant state of anxiety in which the guilty, the great, and the tenderhearted live, I felt I was doing my best in the way of mimicry.
Vladimir NabokovCoordinating there Events and objects with remote events And vanished objects. Making ornaments Of accidents and possibilities.
Vladimir NabokovTo begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.
Vladimir Nabokov