In case you can’t tell, I’m reading Pale Fire right now.
A blog dedicated to the amazing Vladimir Nabokov.
"Nothing is sweeter or stranger than to ponder those first thrills."
"Speak, Memory" by Vladimir Nabokov (p. 13)
"Nothing is sweeter or stranger than to ponder those first thrills."
"Speak, Memory" by Vladimir Nabokov (p. 13)
"The wonder lingers and the shame remains."
Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov (p. 38) [line 166]
"I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dear dim face, we must part, we must part."
Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight (via dollymyfolly)
(via transparenttime)
“It is nothing but a kind of a microcosmos of communism - all that psychiatry,” rumbled Pnin … ‘Why not leave their private sorrow to people? Is sorrow not, one asks, the only thing in the world people really possess?”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin
(Source: kinbote, via transparenttime)
