Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, un metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura con pies descalzos. Era Lola con pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos era siempre Lolita.
Vladimir NabokovAll the seven deadly sins are peccadilloes but without three of them, Pride, Lust, and Sloth, poetry might never have been born.
Vladimir NabokovI cannot disobey something which I do not know and the reality of which I have the right to deny.
Vladimir NabokovI swear I am happy. I have realized that the only happiness in this world is to observe, to spy, to watch, to scrutinize oneself and others, to be nothing but a big, slightly vitreous, somewhat bloodshot, unblinking eye. I swear that this is happiness.
Vladimir NabokovTags: the-eye
Grēks, kuru es senāk auklēju samudžinātās sirds stīgās, mon grand peche radieux, ir saplacis līdz savai būtībai: līdz neauglīgam un egoistiskam netikumam; un tieši to es svītroju laukā un nolādu. Jūs varat zoboties par mani un piedraudēt atbrīvot tiesas zāli, bet, kamēr man mutē neiebāzīs sprūdu un nenoslāpēs mani, es kliegtin kliegšu par savu nabaga taisnību. Briesmīgi vēlos, lai visa pasaule uzzinātu, cik ļoti es mīlu savu Lolitu, šo Lolitu, bālu un aptraipītu, ar svešu bērnu zem sirds, bet vēl arvien pelēkām acīm, arvien krāsotām skropstām, arvien vēl gaišmatainu un salkani smaidošu, arvien vēl Karmensitu, arvien vēl manu, manu… Changeons de vie, ma Carmen, allons vivre quelque part ou nous ne serons jamais separes.
Vladimir NabokovYou see, we find comfort in telling ourselves that the world could not exist without us, that it exists only inasmuch as we ourselves exist, inasmuch as we can represent it to ourselves. Death, infinite space, galaxies, all this is frightening, exactly because it transcends the limits of our perception.
Vladimir NabokovNowadays you have to be a scientist if you want to be a killer.
Vladimir NabokovTags: pithy
It is a singular reaction, this sitting still and writing, writing, writing, or ruminating at length, which is much the same, really.
Vladimir NabokovI don’t think in any language. I think in images. I don’t believe that people think in languages. They don’t move their lips when they think. It is only a certain type of illiterate person who moves his lips as he reads or ruminates. No, I think in images, and now and then a Russian phrase or an English phrase will form with the foam of the brainwave, but that’s about all.
Vladimir NabokovLife is a message scribbled in the dark.
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