My little cup brims with tiddles.
More Quotes from Vladimir Nabokov:I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash.
And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.
Like so many ageing college people, Pnin had long ceased to notice the existence of students on the campus.
To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.
I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, I hope, will always treat you well, because otherwise my specter shall come out of him, like black smoke, like a demented giant, and pull him apart nerve by nerve. ...I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.
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