Although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man's life, detail is always welcome.
All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. People in trains, who lay their newspaper aside, fold their silly arms, and immediately, with an offensive familiarity of demeanour, start snoring, amaze...
All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually...
Actually he was a pessimist, and, like all pessimists, a ridiculously unobservant man.
A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle even though we must keep a little aloof, a little...
A wave would arrive, all out of breath, but, as it had nothing to report, it would disperse in apologetic salaams.
A jövő azonban mit sem törődik érzéseinkkel és fantáziálásunkkal. A jövő minden pillanatban a szétágazó lehetőségek végtelenje.
Under no circumstances would he [Humbert Humbert] have interfered with the innocence of a child, if there was the least risk of a row.
Why do you think I have ceased caring for you, Lo?-Well, you haven´t kissed me yet, have you?
Some might think that the creativity, imagination, and flights of fancy that give my life meaning are insanity.
[T]his is how it will remain until ... literary criticism discards its sociological, religious, philosophical and other textbooks, which only help mediocrity to admire itself. Only then will you be fr...
Where the devil did you get her?I beg your pardon?I said: the weather is getting better.Seems so.Who's the lassie?My daughter.You lie - she's not.
When stripped and shiny in the mist of the bath house, his bold virilia contrasted harshly with his girlish grace. He was a regular faunlet.
Thus, in pornographic novels, action has to be limited to the copulation of clichés.
This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss,...
There would have been a lake. There would have been an arbor in flame-flower. There would have been nature studies—a tiger pursuing a bird of paradise, a choking snake sheathing whole the flayed trunk...
There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor a writer of didactic fiction...For me a work of fiction exists only ins...
The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.
The few times I said to myself anywhere: ‘Now that’s a nice spot for a permanent home,’ I would immediately hear in my mind the thunder of an avalanche carrying away the hundreds of far places which I...
The answer to all questions of life and death, the absolute solution was written all over the world he had known: it was like a traveller realising that the wild country he surveys is not an accidenta...