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.
Vladimir NabokovTo begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.
Vladimir NabokovLong after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries. Oh, Lolita, had you love me thus!
Vladimir NabokovWe live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Vladimir Nabokov