Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.
V.V. sought to express something, which expressed had only a twilight being (or even none at all--nothing but the illusion of the backward shadow of its imminent expression). It was Ada's castle of c...
Unless a film of flesh envelops us, we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler's helmet. Stay inside or you perish. Death is divestment,...
Tú me echabas una mirada con un gris signo de interrogación en tus ojos. Oh, no, no empecemos de nuevo (incredulidad, exasperación). Pues nunca te dignabas a creer que yo pudiera sentir el deseo -sin...
To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.
They come and go, without the drowsy observer’s participation, but are essentially different from dream pictures for he is still master of his senses. They are often grotesque. I am pestered by roguis...
There was a rhythm, analternation in the dripping that I found as teasing as a cointrick.
There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: honey-colored skin...
Theoretically there is no absolute proof that one's awakening in the morning (the finding oneself again in the saddle of one's personality) is not really a quite unprecedented event, a perfectly origi...
The sun is a thief: she lures the seaand robs it. The moon is a thief:he steals his silvery light from the sun.The sea is a thief: it dissolves the moon.
The road now stretched across open country, and it occured to me - not by way of protest, not as a symbol, or anything like that, but merely as a novel experience - that since I had disregarded all la...
The recollection also came back empty, and for the first time in all his life, perhaps, Luzhin asked himself the question – where exactly had it all gone, what had become of his childhood, whither had...
The bowl that emerged was one of those gifts whose first impact produces in the recipient's mind a colored image, a blazoned blur, reflecting with such emblematic force the sweet nature of the donor t...
Speak, Memory is strictly autobiographic. There is nothing autobiographic in Lolita.
She was an extravagantly slender girl. Her ribs showed. The conspicuous knobs of her hipbones framed a hollowed abdomen, so flat as to belie the notion of belly. Her exquisite bone structure immediate...
Of the not very many ways known of shedding one's body, falling, falling, falling is the supreme method, but you have to select your sill or ledge very carefully so as not to hurt yourself or others....
Neither in environment nor in heredity can I find the exact instrument that fashioned me, the anonymous roller that pressed upon my life a certain intricate watermark whose unique design becomes visib...
Nature had once produced an Englishman whose domed head had been a hive of words; a man who had only to breathe on any particle of his stupendous vocabulary to have that particle live and expand and t...
My patient was one of those singular and unfortunate people who regard their heart (a hollow, muscular organ, according to the gruesome definition in Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary, which Pnin’s...
Measure me while I live - after it will be too late.