I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.
Vladimir NabokovLoneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
Vladimir NabokovThe good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.
Vladimir NabokovIn this crazy mirror of terror and art a pseudo-quotation made up of obscure Shakespeareanisms (Chapter Three) somehow produces, despite its lack of literal meaning, the blurred diminutive image of the acrobatic performance that so gloriously supplies the bravura ending for the next chapter.
Vladimir Nabokov