Author of quotes: Vladimir Nabokov. Page 21

In her pale gray eyes, slanted Windows for unknown points, our poor romance was for a moment reflected, considered, and rejected, as a dull evening at a party, like an overcast day picnic, which was only the most uninteresting people as a boring exercise, like a crust of dried mud stuck to her childhood.

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

Then Cincinnatus took himself in hand and pressed to his chest, took it to a safe place.

Blame nature only one - that I could not, as I would like to turn my lolita inside out and apply greedy lips to the young dearest, unknown heart, nacreous liver, the sea grape light, pretty couple of buds!

Everything was perfect, all the overflow of love, all bends and mysterious trails, elected by it. And this love was fatal. The key is found. The purpose of the attack is clear. Implacable repetition of moves it leads again to the same passions, destroying the living dream. The devastation, horror, madness...

Childhood, which he never before thought, waving him with a slight shudder so as not to find dormant horrors and humiliating insults, were now a remarkably safe place where you can take a pleasant, not lacking in the shrill delights of the tour...

They spoke little, saying it was too dark.

In this strange, watch the darkening evening, in the fake twilight wide city Park, on a stone slab stuck in the moss, Ganin, for one short hour, love it is sharper still, and loving her as if forever.

Have I lived these three years without you than to live and what to live for?

... as you know, the memory brings back everything except smells, but nothing so fully resurrects the past as the odor once associated with it.

Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce. I'm so tired of being cynical.

I'm sufficiently proud that I know something to humbly admit that you don't know everything.

I'm sick of boys and scandal.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-Lee-TA: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the sky, to the third hustled on the teeth. Lo. Lee. TA.