Vladimir Nabokov

Found 14 thoughts of Vladimir Nabokov

I confess, I do not believe in time.

Vladimir Nabokov

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

Vladimir Nabokov

Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

Vladimir Nabokov

A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.

Vladimir Nabokov

The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.

Vladimir Nabokov

I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child.

Vladimir Nabokov

Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.

Vladimir Nabokov

Happy is the novelist who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work of fiction, embedded in it like a clean bullet in flabby flesh and quite secure there, among spurious lives.

Vladimir Nabokov

My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.

Vladimir Nabokov

Turning one's novel into a movie script is rather like making a series of sketches for a painting that has long ago been finished and framed.

Vladimir Nabokov

Caress the detail, the divine detail.

Vladimir Nabokov

Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.

Vladimir Nabokov

I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.

Vladimir Nabokov

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

Vladimir Nabokov