Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
Vladimir NabokovI adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.
Vladimir NabokovIt's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
Vladimir NabokovAll at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.
Vladimir NabokovTo a greater or lesser extent there goes on in every person a struggle between two forces: the longing for privacy and the urge to go places: the introversion, interest directed within oneself toward one's own inner life of vigorous thought and fancy; and extroversion, interest directed outward, toward the external world of people and tangible values.
Vladimir Nabokov