What surprises you in life? The marvel of consciousness -- that sudden window swinging open on a sunlit landscape amidts the night of non-being.
Vladimir NabokovTime is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my templeโthese are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat.
Vladimir NabokovDostoevky's lack of taste, his monotonous dealings with persons suffering with pre-Freudian complexes, the way he has of wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity - all this is difficult to admire.
Vladimir Nabokov