I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.
Vladimir NabokovBut that mimosa grove-the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since-until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another.
Vladimir NabokovWas she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.
Vladimir NabokovTým chcem povedať, že som ten najnepraktickejší človek pod slnkom.
Vladimir NabokovMy heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.
Vladimir NabokovMonstrously Remote: “Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I immediately draw radii from my love—from my heart, from the tender nucleus of a personal matter—to monstrously remote points of the universe… the dreadful pitfalls of eternity, the unknowledgeable beyond the unknown, the helplessness, the sickening involutions and interpenetrations of space and time.” – Speak Memory (1966)
Vladimir NabokovMaybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.
Vladimir NabokovI had once been splintered into a million beings and objects. Today I am one, tomorrow I shall splinter again. And thus everything in the world decants and modulates. That day I was on the crest of a wave. I knew that all my surroundings were notes of one and the same harmony, knew - secretly - the source and the inevitable resolution of the sounds assembled for an instant, and the new chord that would be engendered by each of the dispersing notes. My soul's musical ear knew and comprehended everything.
Vladimir NabokovTags: sounds
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
Vladimir NabokovTags: mind poison lolita vladimir-nabokov poisoning
The spiral is a spiritualized circle. In the spiral form, the circle, uncoiled, has ceased to be vicious; it has been set free.
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