942 Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

I confess, I do not believe in time.

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.

Beauty plus pity -- that is the closest we can get to a definition of art.

I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.

...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.

Coordinating there Events and objects with remote events And vanished objects. Making ornaments Of accidents and possibilities.

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.

Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words.