She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds.
More Quotes from Vladimir Nabokov:I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.
No writer in a free country should be expected to bother about the exact demarcation between the sensuous and the sensual; this is preposterous; I can only admire but cannot emulate the accuracy of judgment of those who pose the fair young mammals photographed in magazines where the general neckline is just low enough to provoke a past master's chuckle and just high enough not to make a postmaster frown.
If 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.
If you want to make a movie out of my book, have one of these faces gently melt into my own, while I look.
You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.
But in my arms she was always Lolita.
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Every man should follow the bent of his nature in art and letters, always provided that he does not offend against the rules of morality and good taste.
Thomas Edward Brown
One of the things I have tried to do with this book and with all of them really is avoid that simple, easy, reductionist view of motivation and to show we do things for a complex net of reasons, a real braid of reasons.
Those who are lifting the world upward and onward are those who encourage more than criticize.