By God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast.
Vladimir NabokovI am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.
Vladimir NabokovSome might think that the creativity, imagination, and flights of fancy that give my life meaning are insanity.
Vladimir Nabokov