And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.
Vladimir NabokovBy God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast.
Vladimir NabokovI think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Vladimir NabokovMan exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler's helmet. Stay inside or you perish.
Vladimir NabokovIf he was silent I could be silent too. Indeed, I could very well do with a little rest in this subdued, frightened-to-death rocking chair, before I drove to wherever the beast's lair was - and then pulled the pistol's foreskin back, and then enjoyed the orgasm of the crushed trigger.
Vladimir Nabokov